*Aaron*:
I dream of removing her black-veiled hat and tossing it out the window, so shadows can no longer lurk over her face and keep her true feelings hidden from me. I think of unclasping her jacket and freeing every button on her traveling dress. I imagine taking her on the well-padded seats, holding her close afterward, and yelling up to the driver to never bring the car to a halt. To simply spend eternity traveling in these confines where no one is present to judge us, where society holds no sway, where we are hidden away from censure, where our time together isn't measured in hours but in years.
It's her hand nudging my knee that wakes me. Opening my eyes to her tender smile is bittersweet. Why should I care if I give her a child ? I know she would love it and would see that it has
