Afterhour

The sky was slowly turning light blue already when we left the club at 6 a.m. No cabs

available. The street full of other hollow souls, dreaming of what happened and what

lays before them, solely connected by time and place. I didn’t feel much. My legs

were sore, hurting, pulsating from dancing. Whole body heavy after weightless hours.

Since we found no other way, we had to start walking home. My friends were still

electrised, talking and talking the entire way back. My mouth couldn’t contribute

anything, I gave up control and let my body do its work.

It was cold, a chilly fall morning, and no proper clothing on my skin. Shivers crawling up my limbs from time

to time. I tried to focus on the rising sun, the moon light breaking through the black

trees, their tired reflections gleaming on the silent lake, the wet and dying leaves

forming a second ground.

Flashbacks start bubbling up my mind, memories of long-

gone trips, when the trees looked like archways, when I saw three benches instead of

three, my three eyed muse, laughing, young and careless.

My aching body tries to tell me its time to stop but I cant listen because we havent

reached our destiny. 7 a.m. We finally reach a free cab, we sit in the car, we dont talk

with each other nor with the driver. We tip him for his inpoliteness, gracefully falling

out the car and up the last stairs to heaven. We forget all struggles after arriving.