FICTION
Midnight to Morning
They always come in threes
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3 min readApr 11, 2024
When you don’t live by yourself, your car becomes your home — of sorts.
There’s something about a space knowing you, the seat inclining at a proper angle, water I can lift without having to strain my arms, the pine-scented air wafting into my nostrils, its temperature set a touch cooler.