Stream of Consciousness

Fourth turn on the lefthand side of the road. Then you pass the flags and the bushes. The car drives a short ways, then you arrive at the gates. Will they remember me? Maybe. It's been two years. I had to leave. I had to get out. I miss the turn for my street, and continue on. I remember how the streets used to light up at night. How cars would race past. How I used to run with Jayden along the side of the road, as if we could get ahead of the cars racing past. The sun was falling. I remembered how they would come out at night. Their tan and fit bodies. Carrying their heads high. Their young following them, their antlers barely sprouting. The froze at the smallest sound. Their ears would perk up and you could only catch a brief glimpse. It was a night like this when I decided. I left. Lost for two years, to return to an unknown place.