My New Bike
You leave the house through your back door. There is a chill breeze tonight, and the neighborhood is strangely and eerily quiet.
You footsteps echo loudly off of the houses and sound far too loud in your ears. You find yourself constantly looking around with wide eyes, making sure no one is sneaking up on you, hoping you don't get busted by anybody.
When you reach the stop sign at the end of your dead-end road, you realize that you have absolutely no idea where you should go.
The street goes left to right. Right leads back into the city, where there are a few parks you may be able to find shelter in. Left leads out to the country, plenty of barns out there to sleep in for the night.
You really wish you had come up with a more detailed plan.
It sure is getting cold.
You footsteps echo loudly off of the houses and sound far too loud in your ears. You find yourself constantly looking around with wide eyes, making sure no one is sneaking up on you, hoping you don't get busted by anybody.
When you reach the stop sign at the end of your dead-end road, you realize that you have absolutely no idea where you should go.
The street goes left to right. Right leads back into the city, where there are a few parks you may be able to find shelter in. Left leads out to the country, plenty of barns out there to sleep in for the night.
You really wish you had come up with a more detailed plan.
It sure is getting cold.