The fog is thick tonight. Sure, you can see the hand before your eyes, but anything farther than ten feet from you, no chance. It is dark, not that it would matter much since you can’t see more than thrice as far, even if you had lights.
I wasn’t outside because of *that*, in fact my decision was spontaneous, quick. I hadn’t really thought much, but when you are given an opportunity like that, you take it, right? I mean, after I missed the last bus I had about an hour anyways until the next bus arrived, and I had nothing to do until then, not to mention my heart pounding more and more at the thought of doing *that*.
I stepped not too far off the street. I only wandered an tiny bit of my sight to the bushes and trees, a few, small steps off the path. The fog wouldn’t protect me, and anyone looking would find me, not that anyone would look.
Not that my excitement came from the thought someone would catch me. No, in a way, everyone could have died and it would be exhilerating just the same. I felt powerful, as if the world was mine in this most fleeting of moments, as if I only had to follow my rules alone.