week later.
God wants me to succeed.
the daisy knows I exist and as the summer sets in the weeds disguised as flowers leave me alone.
its 3 am now.
call up the daisy.
"jenna? let's go on a drive." i say into the phone, grabbing my jacket and glasses.
"ty its 3 am. "
"trust me i know that."
ten minutes later we're in the car listening to some unknown indie music. i pull up to a stop sign and randomly kiss her. no time like the present i suppose.
driving, driving, driving.
a car cut us off a little too close.
a loud crash, the sound of crunching metal, taste of pennies again.
it is black to me, but i know the red sense of alarm and fear fills the eyes of the daisy, who lies face down on the pavement.
don't forget.
