Runaway

You open the front door. I stand there with a tall bag, bursting at the seams.

"Let's runaway."

Grinning, then laughing. Both of us. 

Your hand on my cheek, the other clearing my face from wind tossed hair.

Your eyes on mine. Heaven. Blue. 

"I'll pack my bags"

You race inside, grab a bag, toss clothing around like a mad man. Laughing, I pull some of it off my face and shoulders. 

We toss our bags in the car and hit the road. 

Lost in our favorite songs and stories and snacks we head North.

Hours later, I realize we haven't chosen a destination. 

"Where are we going?" 

"I'm taking you home."

You say it so casually. 

"Home?" 

"Yes, home."

I sit there, squinting at you. Trying to figure you out.

The car is stuffed with huge puffy jackets and thick flannels and wools. 

Why would somewhere cold be home for me? I am a lover of the sun and warmth. That's were I thrive. 

I think of the many places you could have picked for me: the giants that live in northern California, the desert in the southwest, the beaches in the south. 

I trust you. 

We reach the Canadian border.

"No way." I'm surprised and excited and confused.

You watch my wide eyes, a huge grin frozen on your face. 

Hours later I wake up to the sound of the car door slamming shut. 

You walk around the car and open my door. 

"We're here. Home." 

I glimpse out the window, the sun is setting. 

I put on every piece of clothing I could find and meet you outside. You, making a fire, still with that frozen grin on your face. Like you know something I don't, like you have a surprise for me. 

I laugh. 

We get cozy next to the fire. We have dinner. Then dessert, marshmallows of course. 

The sky turns black.

"So, this is home, huh?"

"Yes"

"The middle of nowhere, I like it."

Then, out of the corner of my eye I see lightning. 

No, I do a double take. 

The sky is dancing with green lights. 

The sky is on fire. 

I am in shock. I do not move. Frozen. My jaw on the ground. 

Your eye's remain on me, with that grin as big as ever. 

"See, I told you, home. Because you are magic. So I took you to the most magical of places" 

My heart, on fire.

My soul, everything. 

Everything, magic. 

Home.