Warming Light

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There was a certain feeling you got standing underneath a streetlight. It almost felt like you were a completely different person. To the dull shy girl like me I felt as though life was mine for the taking; I was just waiting for my friends to arrive so we could ride the night wherever it took us.

College wasn't all about books it was highlighted by the random times with a just as random bunch I had met quicker than I had anticipated. We were all quite different really but that's what made our time together better than any influence, though we did reward ourselves with alcohol now and then. Leaving behind high school I now hung out with people who were interesting and caring as well as mature and childish all at the same time. These were the people that made getting off of work that much better. Even though the whole gang couldn't be together all the time there was always someone there. But unlike friends on television we were something different: real.

I remember Marty's 20th birthday when we had a few drinks and spent a night on the town our way. Horsing around the campus square which led to use running into some punks. When they found out it was Marty's birthday we were invited to a dive we never even heard of. Now that was a party. Then there was Michelle's shotty lit professor that almost put her over the edge if it wasn't for our de-stressing days. They usually involved overpriced Japanese pop and 80's or old Kung Fu movies or a marathon of some random anime. She ended up passing with a C+. I looked at the time remembering when we all waited for Brian to finish his last exam so we could start our road trip to someplace not too far before heading back home for the rest of break. I still have the star necklace from that trip, along with several polaroids.

As the bus came to a stop I pulled myself from under the streetlight. I paid my toll and all those memories dissolved back into fantasy as I became that dull shy girl once more.