10:45
August 7th, 2009
[Photo by Skippiethebush]
We were high school sweethearts. You were nineteen, I was eighteen.
We drove home in the rain, the windscreen wipers hypnotising us as we went. Puddles on the road looked like windows to new Worlds. The lights turned into bokeh as our sleepy heads watched the drops race down the windows. We pulled into a petrol station where we listened to tunes on your iPod. Pain of Salvation got us both reminiscing of days past. We drowsily walked into the shop, buying chocolate bars and magazines before running through the raindrops to get back to our “room on wheels.” We did some form of rain dance in that car park that night. We waited, the rain getting heavier, bouncing off our tinned vehicle. We drove home and parked near our tiny townhouse. The raindrops were relentless, effortlessly striking their way down to us. We waited. You read your newspaper as I flicked through a magazine. Our car smelt of apples. I lay on a rug in the backseat as you hummed to the sound of the radio. We watched flashing cars pull in and out of the police station, the blue lights turning to mere dots in our mirrors. We waited. I started to doze in and out of sleep on that backseat whilst making up poems in my mind. You turned to smile and giggle at me going to bed in our little car. It was an hour to midnight and the streets were empty, but busy with a water celebration. We finally decided to throw the doors open and run to our house, giggling and tripping over as we went.
That night the curtain broke and the hook fell on my head. You were worried and gave me cereal as you fixed it. I always thought you were some kind of superman in disguise. We curled up in bed, safe and sound. We cursed about our noisy housemates, but we didn’t care, we were young and carefree. We fell asleep on one another, our warm breath cradling one another in a hushed lullaby. Goodnight sweet Nathan, goodnight.
And that dear readers, is how Nathan and Kitty spent last night.