I marvel at the brilliant night sky. Every day, just before the city lights start to blot out the gentle light of enormously powerful balls of plasma billions of miles away, I get a chance to take in the beauty that some divine power out there manifested for our fragile human eyes just for a few minutes.
Then, click! Like that, the attention is shifted back to Earth once more and Sophia tugs at my shirt to ground me.
"Come on, Gray! Being fashionably late has an exact time, you know!" she urges. I wince as I come out of my daze.
"Uh, yeah, sure," I say in an almost confused manner. So much going through my head as she tugs at my hand to stay together on the sidewalk battered by the bustling city. I keep having to push my black John Lennon glasses back onto my nose bridge. As my army green kanken pats my back with every stride I take, I remember to reach in, grab my beeswax chap stick, and hurriedly smother my dehydrated crusty lips with the miracle gel, erm- wax. Whatever you call it.
My mind is blurry and I'm lightheaded to say the least. But being on the edge of town has its perks. Unlimited land. Unlimited Road. Mind clearance, just to name a few.
Sophia clicks her seat belt buckle and starts old Betsy's engine up a couple times, the aging Silverado kicking in after the third try as the headlights project softly onto the garage wall in front of us. She lets out a relieved sigh. Before I know it we're venturing down desert road, my hand surfing in the breeze that is offered by the window and the moon illuminating the desolate terrain as it races by gracefully.
After about 20 minutes, I get tired of my hair flapping in the wind and roll my window up. I turn my head to glance at Sophia as she rolls hers up as well. I swear I see her head rotate a whole 90 degrees to fix onto the road again. My suspicions are confirmed when I notice the glint of her hoops still dangling in circles.
"What're you staring at, buster?" I inquire. She chuckles a little and turns with a teasing expression and pointed eyebrows.
"Dozing off much this evening?" she replies. I shrug my shoulders and laugh lightheartedly. In return, I observe the divine feminine Latin energy Sophia radiates. Tonight was going to be at the very least an adventure. I wonder where I'll wake up in the morning.
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Perfect Places
RomanceA junior becomes hung up on a guy he never even paid any thought to getting to know because he was just in a nutshell the guy of his dreams. Tall, muscular, blond. He tries to mask his feeling for him with being mean and feeling hopeless (what else...
