Its 5am the park is at its darkest until the sun inevitably rises. The sun approach is a cruel metaphor endowed by god himself of the unyielding passing of time that fuels your anxiety. Typical of you you’re hiding away, from family, your friends, girlfriend, from the world. But there’s girlfriend has decided on the contrary. A short skinny girl chin length black hair approaches you with a lit cigarette in her mouth.

“Really? You made me come to this stupid park this early cause you wanna mope like a loser?”

She says evidently not amused by your melancholy, blowing pungent smoke like a release of irritation.