Foggy Night

The misty night was surrounded by a foggy white movie, I tried to adjust my sight. Anything familiar at this point will adapt to me. Still, I did not see anything. Am I dead? "I thought, this may be the way of the afterlife, I began to be very worried, a thick mist completely swallowed my body and my mind.This is not what I planned. Life is a series of happiness, love, great scenery and pleasure of seeing the children are growing up.

We stood under a streetlight at the corner of an isolated street. A cold mist night where the orange street lights are flashing. A familiar voice echoed to the distance and I heard the sound of the tire crying over the tar. A black-and-white Maserati appeared from a dense fog blanket. The driver shouted: "Damn, do not forget!" That was that I noticed her being the next step to take people important to him. "Please stop!" I begged, shook in the cold, and flee from fear. She clasped my body, I licked my arms and tried to make me warm, but it was useless. We saw a car colliding and burning on the concrete wall burning the night.

You are not lying in my arms, this is another lonely night. Sometimes it is easy to imagine you are next to me or elsewhere, and it is almost impossible to be late. It was a night of fog, and I remembered that for the first time that we held that night. I miss you, I miss you, so I am entertaining myself by talking about the night's story ... That is the night after we ran at the airport. And I am surprised. The rest of the night is wonderful, but I will never forget a little trace of the surrendering expression on your face, when I grasped your face and gently kissed you. After my man "landed", I took you to the station; the truck was very heavy. For the most of the time you are silent, I am still shocked by night activities, afraid that I might push you to a place you are not ready to go.

It was a night of fog and I knew the bridge on the road collapsed. I can not warn the authorities by not posting a warning sign. I have several choices. I can go back to a comfortable and warm home and call the authorities in the morning. I can shape a small logo - this may seem to some people, but it certainly is not everything. Finally, I can desperately warn you to stay on the bridge and turn back to the driver - perhaps even jumping on the road on such fogy night to endanger his life.