the air outside is cool.
the steering wheel is smooth under my hands. my thumbs tap idly to the beat of the music.
the sweet taste of syrup lingers in my mouth, courtesy of our spontaneous late-night Huddle House run.
his laugh makes me laugh.
the stars glow down on our little car moving through the countryside,
moving towards home.
we remember. we plan. we dream.
the voice on the stereo croons, if that’s what you wanted
and i think — yes.
this is what i wanted.
him. this night. this life. all of it.
this is exactly what i wanted.
*just a lil disclaimer — the “he” in this piece is my brother =)