All-Nighters

I push down a little harder on the gas just as I cross over that rusted city limit bridge. I love doing that, it's such an inviting feeling. By the looks of her face, I can tell she loves it too. Why? Well that little umph makes the specs of dust fly into the air, masking the urban behind us, like the timer saying, 'This is where the fun starts, you have until daylight.'

We both know once that sun is out she better be back in her bedroom, so her parent's don't suspect a thing. I'm pretty sure she knows where I'm headed. She knows every time I hit the puddles I'm craving a good mudding. The closest pit is about 2 miles off, which is plenty of time to have fun.

I look over just as she cranks up a little Hank, then sings with am expectant stare until I sing back. She knows I'm shy about my voice, so she always has to pull me into singing. Which she always does, I mean, nobody can beat such an amazing gaze, especially when they are on me!

I lowly hum the rhythm of the song, until she nudges my shoulder. So in obedience, I sing a little louder. She doesn't really judge my voice, but I never understand how! I put my eyes back on the road, sing a little louder, to catch up with her voice, and tell myself, 'Tonight, will be an amazing night.'