Love Sleep

Roadtrip

Have you ever had one of those perfect silences? Where it's not awkward and not drawn out, just a comfortable silence. She was lying right next to me breathing, just breathing. "Tom?"
"Yeah, Georgie."
"I wanna go on a road trip...you know, them perfect trips with the one you love...I just want to run away."
"Georgie come on you've said this before we can't just get up and leave!" she was so spontaneous my Georgina, so daring and random with that grin of hers so contagious and so breathtakingly gorgeous I could talk about her for days on end. My Georgina? She was all I needed.
"Tom?"
"Yeah, Georgie?"
"I want to runaway, with you, and leave no trace. I want to run away and be free with you, I want to run away and live my life, next to you...I love you." I forgot to mention she's also very persistent.
"Georgie I am eighteen in five months, you are eighteen in eleven. I promise as soon as you can leave, leave, and I will follow."

Eleven months later-12/7/2011-we had both graduated, we were both free. I mean our parents wanted us to stay around but of course Georgie was eager to leave. For her birthday, she was bought a car, a big car, just what she wanted, perfect for a road trip. I knew she wouldn't hesitate to run as far as she could away from home. So we packed and we left, no note, not warning we just ran.

We glided between cities and towns stopping only for petrol and food, which by now we had a massive stack of. I didn't know how long it would last, if we'd ever stop moving. Of course we'd have to eventually, the money would run out and we'd need jobs.
The only problem is we never got that far.

We had been travelling for over half a month. Our money wasn't critical, we were ok. We were alive. We were happy. My Georgie was as alive as if ever seen her, free.

5/8/2011

She was driving, I was sleeping, in the back of the car, the "bedroom". She was humming to herself, her voice was so sweet, I love her so much. I can't remember where we were, just that we were on a motorway, it was early morning, around half past two, and the road was empty save a few travellers like us. I told her to sleep and to let me drive, she was tired but she insisted. She was slowly progressing to the left, veering out of our lane, of course I didn't realise...so stupid.

I never saw the barrier. I never heard her cry. But I did see her head whip back and glass shatter, an orchestra of pain played throughout my body. I tumbled in this metal death trap.

I was alive. My Georgie, my poor Georgina, Still, And barely breathing. So the ambulances came, and so did the questions, I was taken to hospital, Georgie was put in intensive care. Alive?Not really.

And that's how I got here today.

8/7/2011