The Second Hour.

I awake once again entangeled, two travelling strangers trying to hold on to the last moments of rest.

I had a secret meeting with Sharon earlier, we had a deep conversation about the inevitable things in life. Such as life itself and the designated death following. We rode streets on the south side of the river and experienced people giving us weird stares as we passed. Feeling like an outsider wasn't really a concern, for what me and Sharon was doing, was nothing short of a miracle.