The faint lights of town were just ahead of me. Noise was coming from the local bars. Voices sounding of crickets strumming a midnight tune, a serenade of new love songs. Cars hummed by every two minutes and I wonder where they are going, or what they are doing. I pull my blue lighter out of my pocket and thought about the sentimental value it holds and light my cigarette.
Smoke immediately streams into the atmosphere turning the area a slight gray.
My head picks up and I notice the white fence. Butterflies soar through my stomach as I realized I had reached my destination. Oh, how I wish that I could turn around and run away, but my strength made me press on. The small tree blocked my view of the porch. Butterflies were punching the inside of my stomach, but I could not turn back now.