She was talking to me in French again so I laid back, took a swig of my beer, and starred out across the bay at the lights that lined the shore. Each one seemed to slowly fade upward, invading the others as they too melted into the sky.  It was as if the horizon was on fire and the whole world had gone mad. Maybe it was only me that had gone mad.

A loud ringing in my ears made my face twitch and contort slightly as the sound grew and then came to a sudden stop. I looked over and she smiled and laid her head down. Her hair fell over her face and for a moment only her eyes shined through. I was looking at her as if I had seen her before. I truly had gone mad.

She said she was going to me a favor but I didn't know if could handle any more favors from people. She changed the music to something a little more upbeat. God damn it Harry Nilsson, get out of my head. She changed the tracks back and forth so that only parts of each song played, smearing into a cacophony of sound.

There was no witty rhyme to go with this night. No hip-hop like rhythm to get your toe tapping. There was nothing but solid contemplation and a feeling that left me further away from where I wanted to be. The world wasn't changing anymore. It stopped spinning. Stand still. Now, I had nothing left to hold me down to the earth.