XOXOXO

Smokestacks a few blocks away spat out giant clouds of vapor. The swirling tips of the manufactured clouds blocked out the cold morning sun every few seconds. Cars passed on either side of him going at least eighty miles an hour, leaking huge trails of fog that the next car would blow away and replace with its own. The grass underfoot was brown, brittle and matted down by melted snows. Walking along the median seemed to get him nowhere, and eventually all the cars came to a stop around him. It wasn't like they screeched to a halt all at once, they just all of the sudden were standing still around him as if they were always like that he he only now noticed, enveloping him in fog. He walked among the cards looking in all the windows to find the drivers asleep. If a car had passengers they just sat there looking around confused. He made eye contact with all of them, but as soon as they connected, they all looked away.

When he woke up his head rested in his arms at the table. The girls were gone. A note stood folded in front of him.

Meet us at the fire tonight at 10

Signed with three hearts.