Mexico.

The streets were colder than I had realized they could be at that time of the year. But what was I expecting? The sun had been down for hours. More time than either of us knew. The world had slept around us, a city of strangers surrounding us, and was now ready to wake. Through sleep-deprived eyes, we watched the world together. Understanding that things would not be the same once we shut our eyes, said our goodbyes, parted for the short hours that we could sleep.

I didn't plan on sleeping. I know you didn't, either. But certain things just happen. Certain things just happen. Pushed. Pulled. Exhausted.

Remember?