Half-Dream

This image has been kicking around in my head for a while now, getting clearer by the day. By the night, rather. The same half-dream, over and over again. My new bright red car on top of a nameless cliff overlooking a nameless city. It is well past midnight. Dim streetlights flicker. The odd car, the odd lorry on a distant road, moving silently.

The doors of my car are open. There is music playing from inside the car. This music. I sit on the cliff, legs dangling and watch the city till sunrise.