charlie

I woke up at 3 AM to the sound of my own racing heart, tangled in the sheets of a restless night. The

shadows danced on the walls of my small, dimly lit bedroom, and I felt a tight knot of unease

constricting my chest. The weight of recent events had taken a toll on my peace of mind, and the only

escape I could think of was to go for a run, to let the cool night air cleanse my thoughts.

I slipped into my running shoes and athletic gear, moving with the silence of a secret escape. The night

was a canvas painted in shades of indigo, the moonlight dappled the world in an eerie glow, and the

quiet stillness of the pre-dawn hours wrapped around me like a comforting shroud. I made my way to

the nearby park, its entrance bathed in a soft, ethereal light that made it look like an entrance to

another world.

The park, normally bustling with the laughter of children and the chatter of dog walkers, was now

deserted, the silence almost oppressive. I began my run, my breath forming misty clouds in