a Tuesday night 7:16pm
This is a plan I have set to achieve. It involves my two friends and a long road before us. It may be something to fantasize over every now and then.
A road trip across the country.
Pretty cliche, to say so in the least. But it's humorous of how badly I enjoy the thought of warm nights and light blankets.
The image that surfaces in my head are bright deserts and the beaming sun that glares it's rays into the hood of a beat up truck.
Music would blare from the fighting stereos. Legs propped up onto the dashboard and fingers skimming through accelerated wind. We'd have a sackful of snacks and sweet drinks to quench the moments where we aren't laughing or chatting amongst acoustic guitars.
Nights would be spent with scary stories and mosquitoes. Fast food restaurants would become our new bestfriends, and source of dinners. Money would be wasted on souvenirs and merchandise. Phones filled with the same pictures taken from different angles and mistakes.
I'd finally get a tan and regret actually agreeing to the plan as two thirteen year olds trapped inside eighteen year old bodies whine, giggle, and push at my shoulders. We'd get back into the truck after filling the gas tank with gasoline.
Empty roads will be filled with lingering singing voices and excited yells as we reach a motel.
We'll steal soaps and towels from hotels and attempt to fit a painted masterpiece framed by heavy copper into my suitcase because; "you only live once" and "we can just run out".
Our stomachs will ache at the end of every day and throughout the night. We'll count as many stars as we can until one of us falls asleep. We'll trespass gates and raid the empty beach filled with nothing but sand and loud waves.
Engraving our names into smooth yellow kissed pebbles, they'll get soaked with our endless water fights that'll get interrupted by one of us pointing at the rising sun. The sky will reflect our mood by orange and yellow emphasis that drowns in pinks and purples.
Our hair would be filled with salt and we'll struggle to wash it all out under the freezing water that shelters at the hem of the beach.
We'll meet strangers that'll be apart of us for a long time. Sleep would not be thought of when we finally get lost. Living in the moment would be repeated over and over again. Someone will get paranoid and begin to panic but their worries will be washed away once we find our way back. We'll visit every small shop that looks like it holds more to it.
Our ride back will consist of heavy eyelids and the feeling of "finally reaching the end of the earth".
When we return home our lives would slowly turn calm but our bond will be stronger than ever.
We may die throughout the trip but that can easily be avoided, because we somehow always find a solution.
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