Reflection ( A Short Short Short Story by Lucas Thurston)

"An empty street save for a newspaper rolling across the pavement, the hollow echo of footsteps in a lonesome hallway, having the sheets up to your ears and the only you can hear is your own breathing, seeing the silhouette of a tree against the dark dome of the night sky and looking down through the branches to see the orange street far below, that heavy feeling your eyelids get when you begin to fall asleep while listening to music, the hushed sound of snow falling in your backyard."

"Yeah man, that's cool too. I still just like tits."

-Lucas Thurston