She drove fast, as she always did. Her little yellow convertible tearing up the roads as she headed for a long-missed destination. It has been a long time since she visited her friends. A visit long overdue. She wondered if they would still be there, waiting for her. Or did they wait? Perhaps they just appeared when she finally drove up to that fabled establishment where everyone goes in their dreams.
Will they know her anymore? She's changed so much. Learned so much. Cried more. Loved more. Only the nibble on her bottom lip gave any indication of her apprehension. Reaching down, she turns the radio up as "Christian Woman" screams "SHE NEEDS..." and she knows, she needs. She needs to see her best friend again. She needs to hold a magick marker in her hand again and draw smiley faces.
Pushing even harder on the gas pedal, dust kicking up behind her, she allows her worries to get caught in the wind and flow behind her. Right now, all that matters is speed, the road, and reducing the miles between her and Angie.
Home. In DreamTime..
I hope they're there...waiting or not...
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