Luminous Haze at 3 AM

The taste of cheap champagne and expensive perfume still clings to my skin, though I have walked far enough for the salt air to start scrubbing it away. My heels are sinking into this cold sand—absurd choices for a midnight stroll, but then again, tonight was always about absurdity.
He followed me out of that glass tower, his hand barely brushing my shoulder as we navigated the neon chaos of the city. We didn't talk much; words felt too heavy for the air between us. Here on the shore, under a sky that tries its best to compete with the skyline, I feel a strange sort of clarity in the blur.
The silver fabric of my dress is cold against my thighs, but his breath on my neck was warm—a quiet promise whispered into the wind about getting away from it all for just one hour. It's that specific kind of urban loneliness where you are surrounded by millions, yet only one person makes the noise stop.
My eyelids are heavy now, weighted by the residue of a night that refused to end until this exact moment. I look up at those distant pinpricks of light and wonder if we are both dreaming this silence together. Just stay like this—dazed, draped in stardust and sheer nylon—until the sun forces us back into being adults again.

Editor: Dusk Till Dawn