Anywhere We’d Like

It was either raining or the trees were just still dripping – slipping off the leaves and hitting windows as your fingers whispered little arabesque-ing pinwheels on my jeans. You had your legs up on the dashboard, crammed your feet into the corners; we were singing to a chorus that was always slightly different, making us mess up but listening to your laugh was brightly thrilling and the road was slick and willing to be driven on to anywhere we’d like.

~ by perfectionatrix on April 27, 2015.

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