It was after eight. I would call it twilight perhaps.
During the twilight I always expect something to happen.
Something otherworldly.
I expect a tree to open up and reveal a computer.
I expect a blue wizard to appear behind me.
He would whisper, it's time.
I heard what seemed to be a small child screaming like a bird.
Hopefully it was just for fun.
I would feel sad and hopeless if the child was in the process of transmogrifying into a bird.
I would feel jealous.
At first I was frightened and surprised.
I instead decided to enjoy the meaning of it, or lack there of.
I heard two bats in the sky and forgot what I had earlier decided.
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