The clock on my dashboard is 10: 31 PM and I'm pulling into my parking spot, and grabbing my shoes that got drenched when I stepped in a puddle climbing into Katie's car. The wet pavement and the scattered debris of nature remind me of walking with you around your cousin's street, while my heart beats too fast and my body feels too warm and I feel claustrophobic in your huge room, away from everyone else. I still hear all our laughter ringing in our ears, see all of our friends crammed into Katie's tiny car as we make prank calls, feel the cold and then the warmth and then the pain. This is the earliest I've been home in recent memory, the longest I haven't seen you. But then I turn on my phone and I get a text message from you, sent at 10:05 PM, simply saying, "Wish you were here."
This is what having the world at your feet feels like.
About Me
- Kara
- I like my life in a routine, but I live for those spontaneous events that throw your whole day out the window. I like spending the night in a different place; I call about a dozen places home. My world revolves around those songs that you blast in the car with the windows rolled down, and you feel happy to be alive.
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