Nyctophilia

(n.) love of darkness or night, finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

Hour 0

I was in my bedroom last summer when she came. Alex opened my window, looked around, and sat on the end of my bed. I covered my naked chest with my blanket, curious of what she was up to this time. "Adrian," she whispered, "come with me. We can be free."
" What? I barely even know you," I hissed, as I hate when people interrupt my 'hibernation', "and what are you doing in my room anyway? It's four in the morning!"
"Please Ade. Trust me." only my friends call me Ade, weird.
"Fine. Where are we going this time," this wasn't the first time she came into my house, uninvited before dawn, "New York? California? Orlando? Howabo-"
"Houston," she interrupted.
"Houston? Do you know how far that is from Portland? It's about," I thought real hard to calculate the distance, "two days! Without stops!"
"Then we better get going," She threw a shirt at me that was on my floor. There was something about her persuasive, forceful attitude that I admired. I grabbed my backpack, stuffed some clothes, money, and some chargers and my laptop. We hopped out the window, and cheeped over to her car.

Hour 1

We hit the road, stopping for gas at the BP around the corner. She didn't put on any music, so we just sat in silence. There was something about her presence that just gave me a warm feeling inside. I remembered that we bought energy drinks at the gas station, so I opened a Monster and took a huge gulp. We would need tons of these to get us through the trip. I immediately got a caffeine "high" and couldn't stop tapping my foot. Ah, the joy of annoying, repeated noise.

Hour 5

Silence. Pure, cold, silence. I told her that we should just turn back,  My parents will probably be so mad and disappointed in me, which was probably the caffeine talking. Even more silent. Until she broke the unbearable void of it. "Stay, you're not gonna leave me. This place is right where you need to be, and why your words gotta mean so much to them and mean nothing to me." I didn't even know she loved Eden- one of the best songwriters out there. And back to silence it was. She pulled into Shell, and filled up while I got some food for us: Red Bull and Doritos. She didn't seem to care, though.

Hour ??

I don't remember a thing. She woke me up, and we were at the Hilton hotel, about to get a room. I was on the couch in the lobby, while she was at the desk, handing over some cash. I ran to stop her so I could pay, but when I touched her, she disintegrated into thin air, everything around me started to melt, and so did I.

I woke up.

Just a dream.

I loved her.

I will always love her.

- Adrian

*this story is in no way real, please give credit if you decide to use it.*