At midnight, I woke up in a strange place.
Someone knocked on my truck window and said they were holding a celebration tonight, and asked me to join them.
Still groggy, I got out of the truck.
The village before me was decked out in lanterns and colored streamers.
“Is it a wedding?” I asked the villager. The villager didn’t answer.
Instead, a hazy thought came to me: I seemed to have come here to escort the bride.
I turned back to look at the heavy truck I’d driven here.
It was empty. But why did I remember it being packed full of things when I arrived?
What had I been carrying? For a moment, I couldn’t recall.
When I turned back again, the villager who had come to call me was gone.