No one was in sight when you took the break to sneak off to a movie.
Leaving the door slightly open so people would think you were there.
Endless trailers. The reclining seat. Being the only person in there at 2pm. The cold dark theater is the place your mind goes silent. Living someone else’s reality, letting everything go in your own.
Walking out the door sun hits the eyes and warmth from the asphalt immediately spreads up the skin. Fumbling for the keys in a kind of a daze. It meets you again.
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