The pictures rolled past by me suddenly like some distant, familiar memory that kept on coming back only they were not mine to take. An inkling of white foam now forms at the corner of my lip as I drowsed. I must have dreamt some good dreams then.
Under the blanket of the deep black night, it arrived to me that my body felt quite differently. As if lifted and cured of its illnesses, it hardly felt any pain, relieved of its mortal weight and protracted weariness after not sleeping for years.
The wipers thud swinging back and forth like clockwork while the rain pelted the pane relentless like splatted kamikaze pilots. The howls of the wind seep through my ears, taking me while I sank in the backseat of the car with my knees held a little too close to my chest. My half opened eyes leveled with the chrome window sill as they pried into the gush of the rain.
A million and one headlights drew towards us in the highways. Lights brighten up wide upon each approach as if a production line of salutation and courtesy.
She sang along soundlessly with the song that came out of the FM radio. She had her face on, of faint rose petal red, evenly toned on her cheekbones and a bit heavier on her lips. Her black laced eyes were crawling over their lids like beautiful insects in the night.
Behind the glass the world was colorful, and opaque, and imageless.
Studded with red hexagon lights, golden circles and pulsars of bright greens, they lined up neatly at the same time blurted in random. There was poetry in chaos after all.
Residues of droplets obscured the view on all sides. It was of another universe.
The seats smelt of cheap pine car freshener, lazily covering the stench of uncleaned upholstery.
She leaned against my left shoulder and pressed her face against it, as if lifeless.
She must have had preferred the smell of cigarette smoke on my sleeves, it felt safe.
And in that moment I could almost tell her everything and more.
Then it would not matter how terribly things went.
She cradled a thermos for coffee, for the light of the sun and the little things left forgotten.
So we may never have to close these wandering eyes anymore.