Eyes closed, you have wrapped up for the day. Walking to the car and the boring drive home, thinking the whole way you need excitement in your life again. A fire that burns with you that you can not define fueled by unknown energies that defy even your close observations. You feel the heat of it spreading through you, thinking once again that you need to get out more.
Sitting in your car feeling the vibrations of the engine, you close your eyes yet again. Not meaning to, but with no control you slip into a nap. Wild dreams flood from within your mind, faces half remembered from college or high school, waking with a start you realize you are still in your car. Sitting in the parking lot of work, the sun setting in the west as you look out at the empty lot.
There you see someone leaning against the gate, waiting for you to leave. Feeling foolish, putting the car in drive you easy out of the lot. A small wave to the worker who has waited for you to leave as he closes the gate behind you. He does not wave back as you pull out on the main road.
Entering the freeway as nightfall's over the city, you wonder why you fell asleep in the car so quickly. Those dreams dredged from a past best forgotten when it was fun to stay up late, talk with friends, go to parties. Just then you see him, sitting next to freeway, a small sign of cardboard held out. Looking at it, your mind does not comprehend it your name on the sign, written in black marker.
Feeling as if in a haze you pull over, not knowing why. You see him in the rear view mirror as he approaches the car.
"Hello Leigh, I have been waiting for you." Smiling as he looks at you through the open door.
Finding yourself unable to speak, you motion him in to the car, pulling out onto the freeway as soon as he shuts the door.
"Who are you?" the question leaves your lips before you even know you have asked.
Smiling he just looks at you or rather seems to look at your soul. "All in time Leigh."
Staring out the window slight smile parts his lips, fueling the fire with in you to greater heights. All you do is wonder that you have picked up this stranger that seems to know you, yet you feel no fear. Just the fire burning with in you, your heart pumping ever loader in your ears.
Everything about him screams to you that you are in danger, you calmly drive to a place you have seen but never stopped, would never stop at it in the light of day. Dark windows stare out at an even darker sky, parking next to a small door he motions for you to follow. Standing just outside the door you watch as he disappears into the buildings inner darkness.
Following you are plunged into darkness, turning around you see the door has closed. Straining to hear his footsteps, all you hear is silence. No traffic sounds, not even the rustle of small animals you are sure are there in the darkness. As your eyes adjust you can make out the wide-open space you stand in, the softness of the carpet you stand on. Of something moving toward you, just the hint of movement.
"May I take your coat, Leigh? Hands remove your coat before you can answer. Slowly you feel guided to a chair, that is not a chair.
The glow of a cigarette suddenly appears across from you, but you smell no smoke. Straining to see who or what is smoking so close to you, seeing nothing you give it up.
"Who are you and what is this place?" Asking the glow.