A B C or D?
The blue moonlight buckles her seat belt in Jesse's car as the hew of the clock light on the dashboard reads 2:09 AM. Spending our nights awake, it's usually around this time that my brain turns off, and my soul yawns and comes out from the covers, opening her blinds. I start to feel an itch in my mind. My hands are reaching for the pen. My mind is on hold throughout the day, and now it's hot and ready to be used. I preheat my head at 350 F to serve up my sincerest and most secrete thoughts. They start sizzling under my tongue and pop when they come out like hot oil. I see bright, warm lights string along in my mind, turning on one after the other.
