Long ride. Rad travel playlist. Blinding sunrise. My head on your shoulder. Your cheek on my forehead. Arms entangled. Breathings in synched. Heads adjusting but not changing position. Soft exhales. I’m fake asleep. Quiet affections. Quiet questions. What? The fuck? Is happening? Are you aware of all these? Have you really fallen asleep? Curious but did not dare look. Lower back aching but did not dare move. Never been in this situation but somehow felt very familiar. Very comfortable. Very frightening.
But all these are left in that car. Neither of us dared to talk about it. Ever again.
We’re still good.