Highway

Sitting out there on the front porch, filling a page of nouns for my eccentric creative writing teacher, cars go on by along the highway. Just drive on by. It is easy for me to just sit there and not put much meaning into the cars and their operators, but I will. I look beyond the lifeless cars driving by and I see lives. Lives of people with agendas and worries and hopes and dreams. In seeing all this, I am rushed back to memories of family road trips in the night. Starring out my window, watching the night clouds pass in front of the full moon. Wondering how many more road trips I will take in my life.
That, now rushed my mind to conjure up all the possible roadtrips I might take in the near future. Maybe to a beach. Oh yeah, I love the beach. I can just envision that perfect journey now, me and a girl. No, THE girl; slouching in the passenger seat putting her soon to be tan feet on the dashboard. We are heading west, all the way, to the coast. The sun is setting and she is giving me that look. That look of happiness and fascination. I feel I am giving it right back. I am getting lost in her eyes when...Bamm!!
My screen door was flung open and hit the side of the house. It's my mother, apologizing for the disruption. I am instantly brought back to reality, the reality that I am sitting at the bottom of the stairs outside at night. A school night to be precise, and I barely got any of my assignment done due to my incessant daydreaming.