Lying in the back seat of the car.
Euro Van. Ugly now sure, a teen wouldn't be caught dead in one these days but I was pleasantly care-free, no sense of unnecessary dignity.
Tough fabric seats, weird grey that ***** up all the color.
Crusty once-purple stain, unidentifiable substance on the right side of the middle seat. Bag it for scientific research.
Old toy on the grey carpet-like floor, some rubber ninja purchased for 50 cents at the dispenser in the waiting area of a chinese restaurant. I got a purple one with nunchucks.
I never knew where we were, I always forgot where we were going. But the man on the moon, he followed me the whole time, I saw him always at the corner of my window, he told me I'd be home soon.
I could've been anywhere but nowhere, yet it was nowhere that I resided.
Looking up at the sky through my portal of glass, I was in space. I was in no place. Timeless forever with the blackness dotted by islands of white.
Heater blowing at my head in feet as I lay, parallel to the road I thought of flying.
Hum of the engine, nothing so blatantly non organic has ever been so comforting and soothing, like a lullaby.
Light speed hits. Light seeps in. Through the window car lights street lights plane lights.
You can hear the cheesy 80's sci-fi sound effects as the spaceship lights zoom, woozsh, and zing by the infinite panoramic lense of the ***** glass window.
My dad can't fall asleep he's driving. I can. Makes me laugh.
My sisters and dog are around me, they're all in dreamland. I'm at the border of reality and where they currently are. It's a very lax border, I'm stepping in and out of each state of consciousness
The rise and fall of our chests. Rise and fall of the freeway.
Seat belt unbuckled I'm as free as the road.
Using a jacket for a pillow, smells like my dad.
Radio fills, Jack Johnson, thanks man.
Coaxed over the border.
I'm safe. I'm certain.
I fall
Slowly
To sleep
