Turn around and say good morning to the night

5th avenue in the morning just after the storm, I walk out and it sounds like a nightmare. Blacked-out buildings standing tall around me like naked autumn trees, the eerie silence a hurricane in my heart. I remember Carl, that night in the woods when I should have lost him forever. It's not just that he forgave me, but the way he did it. Looking at me from across the room through the clouds of smoke and the people. We never talked about it and as much as I want to I don't think that we ever will.

Chloe slept through the storm, it's Halloween now and if it wasn't such a waste of money we'd dress up in the scariest way we can imagine: from head to toe in Abercrombie & Fitch.