I noticed the traffic lights blurring as I thought about her face;
They became nothing more than bright points that kept me away from her.
The storefronts shone with neon and junk that only served as a reminder of how far I was from reaching her front door.
The mini televisions on the headrests of the minivan in front of my pickup truck distracted me with a flash; guns exploding on screen, taking yet another fictional life.
The fireworks booming overhead drew my attention away from the visions of my mind into a world of sound; her voice, her laugh.
A slight vibration to my right, a flash of my cell's illumination. Where am I?
Then all darkness.
Until..
All brightness.
Blue and red lights, shiny white van, taking me to more brightness.
Well-lit halls and flashlight tests.
But farther away from her light.
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