I pushed my wet hair off my forehead and rubbed one side of my face dry with the back of my hand.
It was useless.
From above, more water fell.
Collected on my eyelashes were raindrops which formed a border around my vision of the world.
Each drop of water collected the lights from the city night, and shot them back out as little rays which blurred my vision.
I pedaled forward and through the streets of the sleepless city.
Reality appeared as if it were slipping into a dream.
Sometimes this life doesn't feel real.
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