12:45 AM: I divert my gaze from the face of my watch to the diamond littered sky overhead. The impending doom that will surely befall on me as I stroll home to my motherís frantic worry that ďI just couldnít sleep because I didnít know you were safeĒ hasnít yet crossed my mind. As the heat of the carís hood warms my backside and the crisp, cold, December air surrounds me, the only thing I feel is freedom. Within an arms reach, my best friend Keegan lies beside me, sharing the blanket of peace. His presence heightens the free feeling.
There exists a silence. A silence that pierces through this clear night. A silence that relieves the waste of unnecessary conversation. A silence that, like a hawk, watches us. A silence that comforts, and we welcome it. Inhaling the beauty, I listen to our silence.
12:46 AM: The faint ringing of a cell phone awakens us from our trance and rushes reality back into my consciousness. The glow from the screen illuminates the car and I hurry to answer it. My mother screams into her receiver, loud enough to wake the houses nearby. ďSARA COME HOME RIGHT NOW,Ē while the alibis stumble out of my mouth. She doesnít need to know that we randomly decided to stargaze on the lake in the early hours of the morning. Rapidly trying to end this discussion, I finish with a muttered ďmom-Iím-sorry-and-Iíll-be-home-soon.Ē
12:48 AM: Knowing this to be an all to familiar occurrence, Keegan catches my eye, and we canít help but giggle. We fulfilled our desire for freedom for the night, and therefore, accomplishing our goal.