It was 11pm on a Friday night. Campus was littered with college drunks. Penny dumped the contains of her red solo cup into some bushes by a frat house. Alcohol took the shyness away but she couldn’t help wondering if there were better worlds than this, better thoughts to be thinking. The faint smell of marijuana caught her attention and she took it as a sign. She cut across the dark dewy field towards a cluster of apartments.
Peter filled the bong with better thoughts and handed it to her. He watched her clear the smoke knowing she would be gone before day break; she was always gone before day break.
Penny filled the bong with other worlds and handed it to him. She watched him clear the smoke finally understanding why dawn was called mourning.