Dusty travels

Date: 2/9/2021

I'm driving down a long street and switching between three options. One is the road, another is the sandy dirt next to it, and a third is a hug. Alex is here next to me. In a wooden building, a medium haired tabby cat got inside. It slipped through the metal bars on the window. I'm worried Alphonse will get out but he doesn't. The cat did thankfully. I hurry to get on the plane before it takes off. Looking around, i notice not many people are wearing masks, including me. I pull my surgical mask over my face and try to act like I hadn't done that out of embarrassment.