Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

I want to open a bakery and go on a midnight road trip. let it be sudden, a toothbrush and a car will all we need. maybe some other necessities too, but i cant think of any others right now. i want my bakery to have round tables and each stacked with at least one board game and a colleen hoover book. i want my road trip to be trippy and if scandalous it could be, then let it be. and i wont mind stopping at 24/7 coffee shops, and taking a break or so. it’d be nice to finally have some caffeine in my system. maybe we could just take our drinks back to the car, lie on the hood and talk about everything we could do. we could make plans. we could talk about our regrets. you could tell me all about your rebellious actions in junior year and i’d tell you about my late night wanders. my bakery will have curtains coloured in turquoise, and a little transparent white material over the turquoise. it’ll be an afternoon getaway from family lunches, an escape from ex boyfriends, a break from school teachers. it could be your sweet haven; your favourite rendezvous. don’t decide where you’ll go when on the road, let the road guide you, let it take you; anywhere, somewhere, nowhere, everywhere.