It was easy. Step 1, she’d wake up. Step two, she’d take a deep breath. Step 3, she’d slowly come into reality, resenting the fact that she was coming to terms with the realization that her dreams were better than what she was waking up to. Every day, it was the same agenda. She was getting older. Her body was changing, ever so slightly in front of her eyes. Nothing that anyone would care to notice, she was flawless. But, she just couldn’t help spending a little extra time in front of the mirror every morning. She hated it. Getting older was one thing she couldn’t control.. Feeling older was something she’d never experienced. She lived for the weekend the same as she did in her youth. The only difference now was that she had a ‘grown up job.’ She didn’t hate it.. But she didn’t care for it either. Work was only a point of view. Hers was stuck between two windows. A clear, crystal sky to her left… And a long empty hallway to her right.
It had been years since he’d seen her. The golden sun kissed his pacific amber skin, dark hair blowing in the breeze. The hum of his motorcycle seemed to fall into the distance as he kept his eyes on the road, only able to concentrate on the familiar desert landscape.
"Vegas…" He whispered to himself.