Lumenia

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car I don't recognize. A man is driving the car. We're speeding on an empty highway in the middle of nowhere. It reminds me of the desert on the way to Las Vegas. I keep my eyes on the road and scenery, never once looking at the man driving. Even though I haven't seen his face, I know exactly who he is and I feel perfectly happy and safe with him. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him taking one of his hands off of the steering wheel, reaching it across the center console and holding it open. I look down at his open hand and smile. I place my hand in his, our fingers interlocking. He then lifts our hands towards his face and kisses the top of my hand a few times. I watch him do this and laugh. He lowers our hands back to the center console and says, "We're almost there."