Rain.
The soothing sound pounds around you in a steady rhythm. Like a massage, the sound works the tension from your neck, your back, your arms. When you open your eyes you find yourself inside your car again. A tiny voice inside your mind whispers this isn’t real.
You know that. But this is exactly where you want to be.
The car is off and you’re stretched back in the driver’s seat, the windows frosted with a thin layer of condensation. The only sound is the rain, pouring as if it’ll never stop. But this is your reality. If you don’t want it…
You do. It’s hard and fast, like the music you listen to when no one else is around, and it’s just what you need to wash away the rest of your day. As you think this, the rain picks up outside until it beats against your car with monsoonal ferocit
