Eyes on the Road, Teeth in Sockets by Amgs
“My dad would always play this song,” Sawyer said. She queued “Talking in Your Sleep” by the Romantics on the phone in her hand. For the past two hours, both Sawyer and Nikki took turns playing music through the car and discussing the personal meaning behind each choice. The trees and minutes passed by in a blur as the highways stretched endlessly. It was the beginning of April, and everything was just beginning to resurrect. The weather had a chill to it, but the kind to awaken your bones. The music accompanying the ride was the only thing keeping them sane while imagining a decent spring break in the south…
