Runaway Hearts

Passenger Seat

It was almost five before a single sound came from him. I had felt his hand on my thigh. I turned, his green eyes were the first thing to grab my attention.

They always were.

“Want me to drive?” His voice was low, warm. Tired.

I thought for a moment, but as if on cue my eyelids gained 40 lbs and it was a struggle to even look back at him to say yes. “Pull off up there.” He pointed at an empty lot. I did was I was told.
I moved over to the passenger seat and he climbed into the driver's side. I turned so all my attention was out the window, at the lightening sky.

I fell asleep to the sun coming up over the land, the engine roaring through the last of the night, and the promise of a world of dreams much better then the one I was living in.