The Sun

It was a snowstorm. Perfect luck for me, as I walk out of the bar, my drunk friend stumbling out behind me, and he doesn't understand what situation we were currently in. and to make things worse, when he is drunk, he gets extremely and blindly romantic to the point that he even turned to me and said "I've been in love with you since years". It didn't help that he was wearing a rally colorful scarf, which made it seem even more believable, had I not known him for 20 years of my life. the snowstorm appeared abnormally sudden, as there were no forecasts or alerts to warn anyone nearby to be cautious. I turned around peering into the window of the bar we had just exited, and just as the establishment was devoid of light, so too became my hope to wait it out in safety. as I tried to figure out the next course of action, I can't help but notice that the storm has caused me to be unable to see even a fathom before me. I decided that because of the state my friend was in, it was not a good idea to be out here for long, so I grab his arm and we decide to go straight in one direction, in hopes of finding some sort of shelter. as we walk, I start to get a feeling of what I can only describe as dread, although I felt this was sort of an understatement. think of that feeling you get when you feel like you're being watched or followed, and then imagine feeling like you were being watched from everywhere around you with no exceptions. It was worse than that, because even in that situation, normally I can chalk it up to paranoia or similar, but now it just feels wrong to even try to deny the feeling, as if my subconscious is telling me not to.