hypnagogic

The darkness of light casts itself in gray over the sky. Roads painted with rainslicked cars run in and out of the city. In our room all we see is gray. Even the trees are gray. Once we turn off the ambient glow of false sun, the room remains dark. Gray like the sky. The stark contrast is overwhelming temperature. Hot here. Cold out there.
From the window we see someone walk by, rain boots tackling sloshy puddles with a quick one-two step. The water leaps and sticks to the boots, slipping whimsically back down to the ground. The rain traveler turns and looks at us through the window and points to the sky, smiling as if she knows the biggest secret.