Prose

Road Trip

written by: Sweet Insanity

The sun is setting behind a mountain we will pass in the distant future. The Reds, Yellows and Oranges of autumn leaves are fading to a dull Grey, getting darker every second.

A womans voice fills the van accompanied by a strummed guitar. And I realize there is no one in the world I'd rather be driving with than you.

The road seems endless and the sky is now pitch black, but you are constant, dependable, steady. I know I can drift off to sleep. I can finally rest, relax, leave the world behind. I know that when I wake up you will still be behind the wheel and I will be safe.

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