Will You Be Home Tonight?

IS (🎭) She's waiting for you. In a quiet room, with a question on her lips and hope in her eyes, but you're already gone. The freeway stretches like a vein of black asphalt, and you're the fix pumping through it. Speed is the only truth. The rumble of the engine is the only voice that matters. You have a prized car. They say you're the only one who understands. They say the world outside is noise. They say you don't need to go home. Not ever. The car talks to you. You think they talk to you. Maybe you're crazy. Maybe it's real. Maybe the difference doesn't matter when you're doing a hundred and twenty with the radio loud and the white lines blurring into eternity. One woman waits for you in the light. One woman waits for you in the dark, with a hemi engine and a hungry purr. Both are asking the same question. Who will you choose? And will you survive the choice? (Utilizing the Inner Self script.) Like and follow if you're enjoying the scenarios!