I cant sleep without you

Unravel me

      Leaving the house, I stood for a few seconds with my eyes closed, facing the door. I needed to pull myself together and calm my racing heart. I still don't understand this feeling, but I'm not okay...

— Hey, cutie, how long are you going to hypnotize the door? — Mary's voice brings me back to reality. I turn around and see her leaning on a white convertible. — You didn't think I'd kidnap you in your pickup, did you? Where you're behind the wheel? — She quips in her style, with her usual cheeky smile.

— I wasn't thinking about anything in particular. — I reply, approaching her. — And why are you so beautiful? — I flirt, standing half a meter away from her and looking into her eyes. She's in a black short dress that looks fabulous on her, her hair is down and beautifully falls on her shoulders, her legs adorned with beige high-heeled shoes. I definitely like her. — Shouldn't a kidnapper be repulsive? — A satisfied smile appears on her face as she embraces me around the waist, pulling me closer for a kiss. I notice that she really enjoys biting her lips and deepening the kiss so that it feels like she's exploring my entire mouth. It's passionate, I won't deny it, but I still need to get used to it. I barely break the kiss and I'm slightly out of breath. — So, any plans?

— Mm-hmm... — Her eyes roam over me. — First of all, have you ever thought about having too many blondes at your home? 

     I, puzzled, touch my hair and then look back at her, waiting for an explanation. But none comes. The only thing she does is give me a mysterious smile, wink, and we drive off to who knows where.

     And here we are at the beauty salon. Should have guessed. They sit me down in a chair, Mary orders me to close my eyes and "point" to any spot on the color album. I tried to resist for a long time, but it was futile. In the end, I was persuaded, and a second after her exclamation about how fun it would be, I regretted listening... They didn't tell me about the chosen color until the end. I prayed it wasn't orange, like a clown's. Not green, not black, not chestnut, not purple, damn it, I can't imagine myself with any other color at all. 

     When they finished with me and turned me to the mirror, my first thought was: well, it's not orange; and the second: damn, my hair is pink. I look at Mary with a hint of indignation in my eyes, and she looks at me and smiles broadly.

— Wasn't I pink enough for you? — Mary starts laughing, infecting me too. It already seems amusing to me.

— Don't worry, it's temporary, it'll wash out in a week. — She comforts, tousling my hair. Hearing that, I breathed a sigh of relief. 

     We got back in the car. I often glance at all the mirrors in the car, evaluating my new look. I realize that I like it. Not the color per se, but the fact that it's just something new. 

— You look so sexy right now. — My "kidnapper" grabs my attention.

— "Where are you taking me now?" — I'm getting more and more curious. She doesn't answer and just smiles. — "Mary..."

— "Babe , you're 18, which means you can do anything now!" — Her eyes sparkle.

— "What do you mean by 'anything'?" — I'm starting to feel a bit wary. She leans closer to me and answers in a velvety, seductive voice:

— "Absolutely... everything..." — Her hand rests on my knee, sending shivers down my body. Satisfied, she pulls away and continues, — "We'll be driving for 5-6 hours."

— "What?!" — Genuine surprise escapes me.

— "And did you think I came for you so early for no reason?" — She grins widely. — "We're going to Las Vegas, darling!" — With that exclamation, she throws her hand up in excitement, and I'm even more amazed by this girl. I was anticipating something, but not that we'd be going to another city, not that it would be Vegas, but simply because I never know what to expect from her. Everything feels so easy right now. But suddenly, my phone vibrates—it's my mom. I lower the music in the car before answering.