Running

Date: 5/2/2019

I was running down a street, lined with trees and beautiful houses and shiny, perfectly parked cars. There was somebody ahead of me on the sidewalk in the distance. I didn’t know who they were or why I was chasing them, but I was. And I was desperate to catch up with them. As I was springing, side streets and alleyways kept appearing out of nowhere, almost like pop up ads. “TURN HERE” or “THIS WAY” or “THIS DIRECTION”. One by one, people kept coming out on their porches and waving at me, smiling even like I was some sort of famous marathon runner. They cheered me on but it wasn’t a happy or triumphant feeling at all. The person in front of me was getting closer, and I could see that they were wearing black pants and a pink shirt. They had dark hair. I ran faster.