I glanced up at my alarm clock, the time was 1:13 am. It was time to go. I put my shoes on and got my jacket. I creeped slowly down the stairs and took an apple from the kitchen and put it into my pocket. Downstairs I pulled out the nail that holds the windows in place and crawled outside. It was a nice night, quite calm and the moon was bright but obscured by clouds. I walked up the side of the house that I lived in and started pissing behind a tree. I looked up the road a bit and admired how the light from the street lamps reflected off the damp road, I liked to look at all the lights at night; they just had this strange quality about them. I began my walk down the road towards the local reservoir by the oval and the abandoned high school. The house that I lived in was just up the road of it and I frequently went down there at night. As I walked I got out my iPod and started listening to Slint. By the time I was at the end of my street a car drifted past and was gone into the night. I crossed the street and then the train tracks and set off down to the reservoir. Once I was past the oval I started getting a bit hungry so I got out the apple and started eating it. The wind whistled subtly as it skimmed through the vegetation and I shivered, it was cold at this time of night. I had finished the apple so I went towards the bin and placed it inside. I looked in front of me; I was at the reservoir. I walked up the winding concrete path that led to various park benches surrounding the reservoir and sat down at my preferred one. I looked out across the water and saw the reflection the moon made on the surface, it was quite pretty. I then heard a very unusual sound, as of two ducks fucking. I looked across the other side of the nearby creek and saw strange lights of differing shades of assorted earthy colours. This surprised me and I immediately thought I was going insane. The sounds of a dog barking and quiet shouts drew my attention back to reality, the lights dimmed and then there was nothing; no noise, no lights just me and two ducks fucking. I decided that I’d spent enough time here and decided to go back home. I got up to leave and walked down the path and jumped the fence onto the oval. Whenever I go across this oval at night a bird always seems to fly at me, circle me, screech and then fly off again. I was thinking about it when I arrived at the cricket pitch in the middle of the oval. I stopped, this is usually where the Bird is. I waited for about ten minutes and then the Bird swooped and screamed all around me. It circled with a malign fury and flew off again without a peep. I watched it fly away and continued walking across the dewed grass. I arrived home and went to sleep.
Sorry if it’s hard to follow, I have weird ways of thinking/talking/writing. I writ this for my friend so they could write some kind of story from it. This is also a true story.