carpet

I could lay in the back of your car and let the soothing smell wrap itself around me and take me away. Away to memories of escaping. Away to moments of eternal laughter. Away to moments of the soul screaming out. And the comforting uncomfortableness of the rough carpet would imprint itself on my skin as I closed my eyes and curled up like a prawn from a beating and roaring ocean. Brief flashes of thought would reassure me. Smiles. Glances. Diffused reality. All fundamentally the same. And there I would lay. Who would join me? Would anybody who cared to leave the washed out world behind? I suppose there's only one way to find out. But there, there we would keep the secrets of the world between us. Safely tucked away in sleep.