I’m in the back of his car. She’s lying on my chest after I moved to lean against the corner. I’d rather not rest against the steep incline of the hatchback any longer. It’s my playlist tonight. The song is about ending up alone. That’s not anything I’m worried about; ending up alone.
Even lyrics who find themselves wholly out of context in one’s life can make you feel something. Au/Ra sings sad songs. I’m not really sad in the same way she presents sadness.
The next song that comes on makes me smile to myself.
I’ve laid all the way down from my sitting position. The song nearly puts him to sleep. Inexplicably, like a raindrop falling on your nose during a cloudless evening, that’s the funniest thing to me. Xy doesn’t like songs without much dynamism, and yet, here xy is, nestled against me like it’s the last thing xy’ll ever hear. All I can think is that I’m the luckiest girl in the world. It blares in my head like a foghorn over the ocean chop.
I have to piss. There’s a small forest on the edge of a hardly-used road about a hundred meters from the car. I close the door and am met with my favorite sound in the world: the wind.
While walking off the sidewalk towards the trees, I fail to heed her advice from a few nights ago: the tire tracks are still muddy. Ah, well. At least the winter trees are pretty. Barren, but honestly, I like them that way.
I walk back to civilization, a scant hop and a leap over those damn tire tracks. He’s still there, waiting for me.