Shayne woke in darkness from a dream about Alice. Her face still emblazoned in his mind, he got out of bed and walked over to where his phone was charging on his dresser to call her. He would ask her to meet him at the top of Coit Tower where there was a beautiful view of the city. He would bring some food and they could have a midnight picnic on the grass under the stars. He picked up his phone, which read eight p.m., and searched through the contacts for Alice’s number. It wasn’t there. He went through them again but to no avail. He realized with a sinking feeling that he must not have saved her number last night. His throat tightened and he felt like throwing up.
“How could I be so stupid?” he said angrily.
He swore and threw himself onto the bed, screaming into his pillow. Then something caught his eye. It was the silver cap to one of the spray paint cans in his backpack catching the moonlight. This gave him an idea. He was desperate to get Alice back and willing to try anything. He threw a shirt on, grabbed his backpack and ran out the door down the sidewalk.
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