90 miles outside Chicago, can't stop driving, I don't know why...
Some nights when I'm actually heading home before curfew, I make another turn and end up someplace completely different. I just drive, usually past places where I've spent a lot of time.
Tonight was perfect. It was sort of starting to snow, but not really because it's still too warm. My windshield wipers are possessed. I love being out when no one else is, and the streets are kind of wet so the colors of the traffic lights reflect off the intersection. There were good songs on the radio, and I drove from Kelley's house to the Cage, and then somehow ended up in Brookfield.
Probably because all I could think about was Eric's smile.
Whatever I expected to find when I came home, I'm getting a lot closer.
Tonight was perfect. It was sort of starting to snow, but not really because it's still too warm. My windshield wipers are possessed. I love being out when no one else is, and the streets are kind of wet so the colors of the traffic lights reflect off the intersection. There were good songs on the radio, and I drove from Kelley's house to the Cage, and then somehow ended up in Brookfield.
Probably because all I could think about was Eric's smile.
Whatever I expected to find when I came home, I'm getting a lot closer.