Driving Car at Night
I feel free. It takes away all the worry and stress from my life. I become an artist. I can draw all my imaginary pictures in my mind. I can do all these things that I want to do when I am in the running car at night. First, I go to Starbucks to get some hot, mild, and creamy drinks. I buy sweet, gooey cookies with a caramel machiato, my favorite drink, that fill my mouth with sweet caramel as well as little bit bitter coffee. My car becomes a small cafe with warm, rich coffee smell. The coffee is a piece of peace and composure. It makes me smile like a child who has cotton candy. I sit on cuddly, tender seats and open the slippery, clear windows. Cool, fresh, and soft night air comes in my car and hugs me. Although it makes my body shiver a bit, it doesn’t make me feel bad. The night air whispers softly as if my friend is telling me a secret. It’s time to enjoy. I turn on my favorite music, Bad day and Pain White T’s’ songs. I turn up the volume, gradually and repeat that rock musics that make me joyful and to get into the rhythm of whole my body over and over again. The streets have lots of lights. The outside lights dance with the music and ti’s enough to forget that Las Vegas is a desert. It’s bright and colorful. They are red like beautiful rose, yellow like smiling sunflower, and blue like deep sea. Many houses turn off their lights and, that dark, dim square houses go to the bed. Still I am in the running car, and I look at the sky. The brillant moon and twinkling stars embroider the sky. The streetlights illuminate the roads. The roads are empty and lonely, but there are a few circular and square cars emitting musty exhaust gas. While drive the car at night, my car is a small cafe that brings me peace and freedon, and I enjoy thinking, watching, and just staying sill as if I am a baby who has no worries.
