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."
I'm in a trailer that I've dreamed of before. The back door is huge and white. The window in it is larger than most. I don't like it. The thing I hate most about it is the fact that the window isn't made of glass, it's just a flimsy screen and it has a big hole in it about the size of my fist. Sometimes the door won't lock or even close properly. I don't have to worry about that this time. I just have to worry about the hole in the door and the man who keeps staring through it. He's a very bad man. I fear him greatly. I'm terrified he'll figure out that he can get through the hole. I pray he doesn't.
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