The Long Ride Home

The bumping of the car cradles me.

The sun sets over the horizon.

Resting my head against the window,

Looking out into the forest,

With the trees staring back at me.

After hours of driving,

Everything feels slow.

As I rest here and close my eyes,

I wish for sleep to wash over me.

The sun fades away.

The seconds crawl by.

As I begin to fall asleep,

I can’t see the vivid evening sky.

Soon, everything is empty.

No cars, no roads, no forests, no anything.

Then, suddenly, everything returns.

Trying to move my body after slumber burns.

My eyes slowly open, and then I see it.

Home.