[alonariel]

Janey found herself humming the melody of a tune she couldn’t ever remember hearing before. But this was how things went the morning after - you’d remember things you’d never known before and forget things you’d known your entire life. She was sure the partying had something to do with it, toying with her memory like it was silly putty in the hands of a toddler. She didn’t mind it all that much - her mission man would find her before dusk and then she’d be breathing colors, sighing music again.

Until then...she needed something to pass away the daylight hours. The town was slowly waking up, wheezing it’s way to life after the spectacles of the night before. She wound her way past dark alleys - old familiar friends - towards the tinkering, innocent sounds of a merry-go-round a few blocks ahead. She spotted Wendy, another old friend - a kind one, at that - and waved to the girl.

“You survive the night unscathed, hun?” Janey asked her, pausing at a crosswalk to let a slew of early morning commuters fly past her. The cold wind whipped her more awake than the pain of the hangover from the night before.

“Don’t believe I did...” Janey laughed to herself.