In The Flowers
I would get off work in the morning because I was doing midnights. I could feel the pink humidity of the morning that would continue through the rest of that August day. Listening to Animal Collective, the car let me glide her up and down the country rolls. Green fields would receive my smile, the farmers daughter would set up her vegetable stand. I was about to go home to where it was cool and I would get high and go to bed. Almost everything was perfect. The missing link was the absent miss that should have been there curled up in a fluffy white duvet. Brandishing a sleepy content smile she would have walked me into a dream.