I lean my head against the car window willing the raindrop of my choosing to reach the bottom first
It doesn’t
And I wonder how long I’ve been here
In a race against time where everyone loses
Looking up from my reverie I see that nothing changed while I was gone
Minutes passed deemed the air still frigid from a fight unresolved and the silence palpable
I turn my music up and go back to staring at the muddled world beyond this space thinking about
how I'll never know what it feels like to be happy without some sort of guilt
For the drop that didn’t make it
And for the one that did I stare longingly as one song ends and the next one begins
Cutting the dramatics for a moment when I see a dog in the car next to ours
Tongue out and panting
Escaping?
Soaking in a road he’s never known and without thinking I roll down my window too
Met with surprised jumps and a voice that cuts through the static I stick my head out and breathe
Winds so forceful it’s not even relaxing but freeing
To be somewhere else
For a second until I’m yanked back by a shout and a pull
Suddenly back in the car with tension that returns with a vengeance, but I don’t really mind
because my mind is screaming loud enough for everyone to hear it
I’m going to do things you can only dream of
In places you’ll never know
Alyssa Asaro is an aspiring writer and editor based in Chicago, IL. She can be found on Instagram @neverthelessshewrote and on Twitter @rambleshewrote.