Bien Bien

The city sleeps, and heels tap on the tiles, as if beating their own rhythm of freedom. Hair is styled, music is loud, thoughts are light, almost transparent. Anything is possible today. Even a little sinning - but beautifully, with a designer skirt and a look that says, “Don't bother me, I'm just dancing.” Sometimes happiness is when you don't have to explain anything to anyone, just fly down the highway at 170 and know that tomorrow you can be good again. But not today. Today, you want headlights, shiny lipstick, and random compliments from people whose names you won't even remember.