It was raining outside when I got out of class. The soft, cool breeze whisked through my hair, droplets of drizzle slowly, methodically dampening my jacketless torso causing me to shiver.

The smell of moistened earth combined with raw chimney smoke moved as ineffably as the soft, serene breeze. I walked exhaustedly upon the damp, musky, water-stained walkway, which was covered with soggy brown leaves.

The past weeks had been bad for sleep, the border between dream and wakefulness becoming hard to distinguish. Life was all too real and yet completely surreal, all at once the past and future merging into the present in the time of a blink, a wink or a sigh. A raindrop floated into my eye causing me to blink.

I was at a party, and there was a beautiful girl, Victoria, blonde hair, brown eyes – the kind of girl you just know is your type. She smiled in my direction, a tractor beam pulling me right for her—I could do nothing but submit to the force. To show my interest, I winked coyly.