Oasis
I walk out the front door, and step on the small, grey pebbles that crunch under each of my steps. I cough softly once I inhale the smoke coming from the tail pipe. I’m drinking the air from the moisture. I am so dry. My fingers slide across the smooth, creamy white side of the car.
The cold metal handle finally touches my fingers and they quickly slip into the space under the handle, pulling at it until there is that oh so familiar click that alerts my ears that the door is now open. I push the door open all the way and inhale the scent of cigarettes and body cologne that I’ve grown to love so much over the last year. The smell was so unique that I was almost positive that if someone tried to recreate it they would never be able to come up with the exact same scent. Swiftly, I pivot on my left foot, holding onto the frame as I slide into the cool, grey leather seats. The subs in the back slightly cause the car to vibrate, shaking everything.
I shoot a smile over at the owner of the car and shut the door behind me, making sure not to let the breeze slam it into the car. My back relaxes into the leather seat, letting the coolness sinking into my shirt until I feel the chill on my back. The volume on the stereo is turned up until my thoughts are almost drowned out by the sound of Mac Miller. After a minute the car starts to move, the sound of crunching gravel, music, and his soft singing is all I can hear. I feel my stomach doing flip-flops as we speed up a bit.
Softly, I turn my head to the side and face the passenger side window, my warm breath leaving a small, clouded spot where I soon draw a lazy smiley face. As the car reaches pavement, causes the car to move more swiftly and smoothly. The sound of the vehicle purring is music to my ears. My fingers slide across the top of the console and softly I smile. Right here, right now, I am in a transcendent state. There is no suffering or sense of myself. Pure bliss is all I feel this is my oasis.
The cold metal handle finally touches my fingers and they quickly slip into the space under the handle, pulling at it until there is that oh so familiar click that alerts my ears that the door is now open. I push the door open all the way and inhale the scent of cigarettes and body cologne that I’ve grown to love so much over the last year. The smell was so unique that I was almost positive that if someone tried to recreate it they would never be able to come up with the exact same scent. Swiftly, I pivot on my left foot, holding onto the frame as I slide into the cool, grey leather seats. The subs in the back slightly cause the car to vibrate, shaking everything.
I shoot a smile over at the owner of the car and shut the door behind me, making sure not to let the breeze slam it into the car. My back relaxes into the leather seat, letting the coolness sinking into my shirt until I feel the chill on my back. The volume on the stereo is turned up until my thoughts are almost drowned out by the sound of Mac Miller. After a minute the car starts to move, the sound of crunching gravel, music, and his soft singing is all I can hear. I feel my stomach doing flip-flops as we speed up a bit.
Softly, I turn my head to the side and face the passenger side window, my warm breath leaving a small, clouded spot where I soon draw a lazy smiley face. As the car reaches pavement, causes the car to move more swiftly and smoothly. The sound of the vehicle purring is music to my ears. My fingers slide across the top of the console and softly I smile. Right here, right now, I am in a transcendent state. There is no suffering or sense of myself. Pure bliss is all I feel this is my oasis.