Riding out into the sunset.  I feel the engine beneath me.  The sun pressing against my skin.  The smell of the ocean.  Skies purple.  Waves white, crisp.  Sand golden yellow.

My hand-me-down bomber leathers I got from dad.  My bag hanging precariously off my shoulder.  Gloves dirty, petrol smelling.  Tank full.

You holding on my waist.

Be by my side, Forever and always.

Seeing people playing games.  I glanced back at you, a smirk crosses your face.

Riding free, escaping the every day.

I lean back my chair, and stand up.  Standing in front of the mirror, I see a skinny, pimple riddled teen looking back at me.  I sigh, and look towards my desk.

“Maybe one day, that game will be real.”

Be by my side, forever and always.

via Daily Prompt: Solitary