ari

it was just past midnight, and you'd made your way outside. music was playing, and you lay down in the middle of the field outside your dorm to listen. more collapsed onto it really, but its about the destination not the process. it was chilly for once, and you had been maybe just a little excited for the opportunity to don the comfy jacket, take it out for one last spin before the summer set in for good. and [[spin]] you did.

you thought that you'd been listening to too much music recently, that maybe it was starting to wear out. but at a time like this, it didn't matter. while you listened, someone walked up to you from behind. you didn't hear them coming, so they just sort of popped into view, upside down against the sky. first one face, then another, looking down at you. [["what brings you to my field?"]] you ask.

you don't think they ever answered. instead they wanted to know what had brought //you// to your field, as if you needed a reason to be in your own field. they laughed as they walked away. but you were told they'd return, just one of them, if you just [[lay there]] for 5 minutes.

and so you did. they did come back, just like they said. well not quite, you think they were at least one song late. but you'll forgive them. they lay down across from you, upside down so their head could fit next to your head. you'd forgotten what they looked like, and they were too close to turn and see. you had a strangely large amount in common, even more so than the strangely large amount you probably have in common with every random stanford student. you talked. exchanged stories. songs. phone numbers. a [[hug]].

and then they were gone. you spent a minute wondering what sort of person would be compelled to do this. but you knew what sort. fin.