the open road

I dreamed that I got in my car in the middle of the night and left town with $200 in my bank acount, half a tank of gas, and a mind to see what lay between me and the Atlantic. I stopped at dawn to call my house and tell J that I was fine. Whatever that means. Then I got back in my car and drove toward the rising sun.




Later I woke up in my own room, which was disappointing. The air was cold, and rain was drip drip dripping down my windowpanes and rattling in the gutters. I wished I was in a car on the open road, unstoppable, with blue sky and white clouds overhead, a good song on the radio, and warm air rushing by.



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