A glorious morning peeped through my open window.
I opened my eyes slowly, as if still so tired of the party, the night before.
I eased myself and then got up unwillingly.
Washed myself in a very idle manner, then made myself a hot cup of coffee.
While sipping the steaming coffee, I paused for a minute by the cuisine window.
The sun was shining marvelously, and the birds were chirping merrily, welcoming the start of a new day, while an inner voice told me, told me, that it be a perfect day to go for a long drive, miles and miles away from the busy schedules of life.
My golden Chrysler was beaming at me.
What's up buddy? As I started the engine, it roared in a very rude tone, as if it had been very angry with me.
Sorry sweetheart.
Dust filled up the air, like mist as I pulled my golden treasury.
I drove pass my neighbour's dog, barking madly.
Good morning, Max.
Everyone seemed to be in big hurry, as if they would miss a flight.
In a very short time, I as on a highway.
Now I became smooth because I did not want to miss, anything, not even a needle.
The tall trees by the road, welcomed me by bending down, it seemed like I was driving into a tunnel that led to a deep forest.
The piano notations, that played on the music player, made a romantic fusion of art and music, while the gentle breeze blew away.
Little huts peeped through the leaves of trees, occasionally.
Suburban life became visible, cattle grazing on fields, farmers cultivating on their farms.
What was that? Something apart from countryside.
I pushed my gear back.
Ti was a silver Ford Focus.
It looked so elegant and royal.
I wonder how does it's owner look like.
Appeared a man from behind the car, at his 20s.
About 6 feet tall, pitch black hair, tan coloured skin, wearing a white and blue jeans.
May have a lift, please? I was wide eyed and too busy scrutinizing him.
His dark brown eyes, his nose sharp as a chisel.
And his voice, oh my God.
It was deep and heavy.
Hunk!Hunk! I dawned to reality.
May I have a lift, please? This time in a little harsh tone I just showed the empty sit beside me, without taking away my eyes from him.
A smile curved at his left.
Thank you.
He came round the bonnet and got into the car.
I followed his each and every movement.
He made a phone call and seemed a little tensed.
A sudden brush of hands in front of me.
Do we make a move? I started the engine once again, but my eyes were continuously glancing at him.
My hands on the gear were not as firm as before, both my hands were actually sweating.
Please stop! Again that harsh tone.
I pressed the break hard.
Was he angry? He got down from the car, came round the bonnet once again, and held my door open.
Get down.
Again in a hash tone, looking at the sky.
I got down nervously.
He got into the car, and gestured me the empty sit beside him, eyes on the road.
I slowly went round the bonnet got into the car.
For one more time the engine roared, but this time welcoming its new driver.
We drove off, he was smooth, but fast.
His charming eyes glued on the road and mine on him.
I put my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes.
I felt a soft kiss on my forehead.
Two love birds driving off.