The only other time Keith felt like this was when he was younger, before
Spacecity
even before highschool. He had just moved into a new house with his Mom and his brother. It was weird, different than where they were before. Where they used to live a lot of kids on the street would bike together after school, sometimes even before. Here though his brother and him would go up and down, and they wouldn't see anyone. His brother didn't like it. Said it was like a ghost town on that western game.
Keith liked it though. That was probably the first time Keith spent so much time alone. Just biking down the street then over to the other neighborhoods. Watching looking at everyone in their houses after the sun set. Keith liked this. The wind in his hair, and no one interrupting his thoughts.
When he fell asleep he dreamed of a bike not the one he had, but a new one. Like same color to his old one, a blue with orange handle bar tape. This one was like if his bike was 30 too. He road it again on an abandoned street. It felt somewhere like California, or maybe it was like the western game.
