It was a long trip and it was natural that I propped my head onto your bony lap,  your denim pants grazing through my cheeks. 
I fell asleep instantly.

I awoke to your hand,  softly tapping my back,  to the rhythm of the song on the radio. 
I wish we were going to the ends of the world.

Author: angparaluman

a poster girl with no poster staying on the safe side of the road less traveled.

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