“We have evolved to live in an ever decaying world,” my teacher preaches. I tune him out for the lecture until the liberating bell releases us students from class.

“Zephyr!” A woman calls for me from a ways away. I walk faster, smiling at her. When I reach her we link arms out of habit. I grin wider, showing off my canines, and peer at the burning sun above. “Hitting the clubs tonight?”

“Yes, obviously,” I reply with extra skip in my step.

I don’t remember much between before and after. All I know is that when my friend and I emerge from our drunken comas, the moon has already began it’s ascent into the sky.

While the average Joe begins his day with a nightly jog, I stumble and stagger my way home. I take full frontal force of their disapproving glances, though I don’t bother caring.