Lost in time

She turned off the ac and put her window down. With her window down she stuck her hand out the window. Her hand began to glide in the wind as they drove down the road. Sean looked at her, “Where do you go when you do that?”

“Do what?”

He looked back at her and nodded to her hand, “When you stick your hand out the window.”

She looked at her hand and pulled it back in the car, “I don’t know. I just feel free and at a calm when I do it. It’s like all my worries leave me. It’s the smoothness of the air gliding around my hand. I know that sounds weird. The smoothness of the air, but that’s the best way that I can explain it.”

“I’ve seen you do that since we’ve been together and I always wondered where you go. You just get this look in your eye; I’ve never seen before but I know that it is a look that is good. It’s as if you aren’t even in the car but you’re flying. It the most relaxed that I’ve ever seen you. Even when you take a nap at my house you aren’t that relaxed. You get lost in time. You need it.”

The End

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