Dense grey fog lays gently over top of the skyline, dulling the magnificence of the city lights. Halos float from street lamps high above me as the headlights of my vehicle cut through the fog as best they can. The only evidence that there is life on this planet, or that people are silly enough to get up this early is the dull red glowing of taillights ahead of me.
I take the curves in the road with practiced ease, as we softly talk about the day before and our dreams from the previous night. Happiness etched in our voices, content with each others company, I grip her hand; mine cold- to her warm. She smiles, as she always does when I search for her warmth in the darkness.
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