It was night, and the streets were ours. There was a different feeling in the air then most other nights, and both of us could feel it. It was one of those magical cliché nights where we felt that anything could happen, and we could do anything. We held each other’s hand and ran through the dimly lit town, laughing. The few people out looked at us like we were crazy, like we were on drugs. We weren’t, no kind of drug could make us feel this good. Once we stopped, legs aching and out of breath, an older man approached us, asking what time it was. You didn’t even glance at your watch and replied simply, ‘Nine in the Afternoon!’ and you took my hand once more and dragged me down the street giggling, as the man stared. But we didn’t care. We were on a natural high, and neither of us had felt this good ever before in our lives. We never wanted it to end. And we kept running on into the night, knowing it could never possibly end.