Midnight In Baton Rouge

Sierra stands on the balcony of the two-story motel room they've been staying at for more than two months; the room's door ajar to the nighttime chill.

She's been chain smoking American Spirits since eight o'clock.
Staring out across the dimly lit parking lot, littered by only a few cars.

Occasionally she'll hear a car approaching along Hwy37.
Watch the splash of white headlights.
Bringing colour into her black/white nocturnal world.

Behind her, Johannes lies asleep on the bed, half nude.
Already passed out from quartz indulgence.

Idly, she wonders if Johannes will even wake up in the morning.