Callie sat on the roof of her apartment building, 1A. She always wandered up in the middle of the night when sleep would not reach her for various reasons of trouble. Tonight, she gazed out at the lopsided moon and pondered if that’s how life really is. You know, everything at an angle, never the right way. Always something wrong, something that might not be fixable …
“Hello.” A voice said behind Callie and she nearly jumped a foot in the air. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry.”
Callie waited a second to restart her heart and replied, “I know. I was just … thinking hard about something.” She wasn’t sure who she was talking to but his voice sounded kind of nice, flowing like music notes would.
“I know what you mean. It’s like when you’re so into your own thoughts that you forget about where you are or what you’re doing. And then you get scared by people who say hi.” Mystery Man (new unofficial name) laughed. His laughter was just as sweet and musical, causing Callie to commit it to memory.
“Er, yeah. That’s … that’s exactly how I think though. Creepy.”
“Uh huh.” And as Callie turned around, Mystery Man walked off before she could see his face. She was about to call out to him but decided against. Who knows, maybe he’ll be back the next day. Callie turned back to the moon and pondered away into the late hours.