The trees call to me.

I grip the steering wheel tighter.

The siren song floats through the windows.

I check them again. Make sure they are shut.

The road hums beneath me.

I focus on the feeling.

The light has faded.

I drive straight.

The trees call to me.

I grip the steering wheel tighter.

The branches reach out to me.

I focus on the narrow space between.

The opening grows narrower.

I drive faster.

The road gives way in the night.

I am jolted as tires hit stones and ruts.

The trees call to me.

It’s too easy to give in.

Loosen my grip on the wheel.

Steer into their open arms.

Wrap myself lovingly around a trunk.