January 1, 2015
It's a dark street. She's looking for her friend's house in a dark street. "There are blue Christmas lights strewn about outside, you'll find them easy" was the instruction. It's a long street. Feels like she'd been walking for half an hour when it's only been a few seconds of calmfrantic searching in the cold. Why are they even called Christmas lights. Why not just little lights. Fairy lights. She's a bit confused yet focused. Maybe it's just the cold. She finds the lights. Knocks. Her friend peeks through a window. She smiles, thanks herself for getting off the train.