Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, bathed in crimson moonlight that seeps through the narrow window slats.
I never though for one second I could end up here, NEVER!
The red moon is the only difference.
Stuck out on that road, I walked forever, alone.
Silence deafened, no hum, no people, their things, or me, just a residual memory of their sound rose in waves from my mind, taunting me.
My forever day is now a distant memory, or my memory may now be a distant idea.