New Jersey in the winter.

The sun was peeking over the horizon, orange and purple. Chris and I were at this house, there were other people there as well. We were in this bed, a TV was on lighting up the room. There was a wooden floor. The house was in a housing development communities and the houses all looked alike. I realized this house was Harry's mom's house. We were in it because they were on vacation. I had this sense of panic run through me. Quick. Get out. What if they come home? We're not supposed to be here. Chris was very nonchalant about the whole ordeal. We left and I think we were in New Jersey. It was winter. New Jersey in the winter has this feeling. It's brighter, quieter, the blue sky is bluer than in the summertime because everything is a sandy color, the grass, the trees, the dunes. I was at this old rundown aviation museum. I walked through it's cold halls, afternoon light peeking in through the glassless windows, the bright blue hallways echoing. It was quiet. Someone I knew was there, it might have been Diane