We have been driving around, through the sun and clouds of dust.
Seen all the sights and every inch of asphalt.
She is next to me resting her legs on the dashboard, her toes wiggling about. Her fingers weave through her curly hair.
She sleeps straight till noon without moving a muscle, not even her chest seemed to move.
It almost seemed like she died and was somehow resurrected by the sunlight that beams through the treetops as we drive by them.
We step out the car on the side of the road, she stretches her body as far as it goes.
I watch her every move as she tiptoes through a small field of grass that only goes up to her ankles. My eyes follow along the arc of her back, all the way up to her fingertips that are pointing at the sky.
There are spaceships that disguise themselves as clouds.
They look down at us with their giant telescopes.
We wave them goodbye and continue on our way.
The road takes us to a beach where we kick of our shoes and bury our feet in the warm sand.
Kites get ripped apart by the wind.
Scribbling “HELP!” in the sand, pretending we are on a deserted island.
We hold hands, spinning around and around.
The whole world is a blur, we stopped when we got too dizzy.
Little raindrops start to fall on our faces, rainbows form above our heads.
The sun hides behind a vessel of clouds and doesn’t return.
Darkness falls and fireflies rise up from the dune grass, surrounding us with little sparks of light.
We compete over who can hold the most fireflies in their hands.
The light that escapes between the openings in our hands illuminates our faces.
We are glowing.
Seen all the sights and every inch of asphalt.
She is next to me resting her legs on the dashboard, her toes wiggling about. Her fingers weave through her curly hair.
She sleeps straight till noon without moving a muscle, not even her chest seemed to move.
It almost seemed like she died and was somehow resurrected by the sunlight that beams through the treetops as we drive by them.
We step out the car on the side of the road, she stretches her body as far as it goes.
I watch her every move as she tiptoes through a small field of grass that only goes up to her ankles. My eyes follow along the arc of her back, all the way up to her fingertips that are pointing at the sky.
There are spaceships that disguise themselves as clouds.
They look down at us with their giant telescopes.
We wave them goodbye and continue on our way.
The road takes us to a beach where we kick of our shoes and bury our feet in the warm sand.
Kites get ripped apart by the wind.
Scribbling “HELP!” in the sand, pretending we are on a deserted island.
We hold hands, spinning around and around.
The whole world is a blur, we stopped when we got too dizzy.
Little raindrops start to fall on our faces, rainbows form above our heads.
The sun hides behind a vessel of clouds and doesn’t return.
Darkness falls and fireflies rise up from the dune grass, surrounding us with little sparks of light.
We compete over who can hold the most fireflies in their hands.
The light that escapes between the openings in our hands illuminates our faces.
We are glowing.
