An absent mind sometimes can skim through the thoughts of its own and not pertain a thing. He found himself in the smiling car. Laughter drifted through the open window and chilled his ears and made his eyes red and watery. The laughter car came to a stop and the laughter pointed to him. When he opened his door the interior light lit up 5 or so smiling, grinning, laughing wide-eyed faces. He felt so happy and laughed and made obnoxious comments. Stepped out, slammed the door. When the door slapped closed the light died and the smiling faces vanished, replaced by tinted-black glass. The car sped off. But the chilled breeze no longer swept laughter. The chilled breeze now skimmed through the overgrown grass and exposed finger tips like a frozen ghost. Shivers crept up his back then neck and then down his forehead. The big grin on his face seemed somewhat ridiculous now. It quickly faded and all of a sudden he was alone. He took one million of the worlds noisiest steps toward his front door. The moments became mini eternities. He could have memorized every stone in the driveway between one step and the next. A lot of stumbling occurred and he walked into that fucking wind chime. He found his door, his key, his feet, his bed, took off one shoe and collapsed.