him.

Suspense

His hands grip the wheel,

Clasping on it for dear life.

My heart is beating at the speed of light,

Pounding through my chest.

My sweaty hands are fiddling with my coat.

The car is stopped,

But the world is spinning.

Thump, Thump, Thump

My heart still moves faster and faster,

Picking up speed.

The suspense is eating away.

What is he going to say next?

Where could this leave me?

Will I be left in the dust?

Laid out to dry in the beating sun,

Like clothes on a hanging rack,

Getting pounded by the brisk wind.

Or will I be gliding through the ocean,

Wild and free,

With a grin on my face.