I fooled you. I made you believe.
My intent to disarm, dissuade and deceive you has brought me success.
A false sense of security, I can hear your breathing ease, just because of the rising sun.
The night is over for now; the terrors that come with the night go with the night.
You turn your back to me, nestled in the comfort of a clean smelling, worn out, old blanket.
You rest your head between the headrest and the window; glass, metal and steel separates you, protects you from that world.
Barely a whisper, “Thank you.” drifts off your lips as we drive away.
