We drive for a really long time.
I fall asleep.
And when I wake up I’m at a park.
Just a park with swings.
I ran to them.
I don’t know why.
I just did.
He came after me.
But slower.
So I could see his face.
He wasn't bad looking.
But I didn’t say that.
He sits on the swing.
The one next to me.
The stars looked different.
Not better.
Not bright.
Just different.
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