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A Night with the Truck Driver
In the middle of nowhere in the Midwest, she stands at the edge of the highway and waits. The sun is about to set, and she still needs a ride to the next town where - hopefully - she can find a place to stay.
The highway is deserted, and she slowly starts to worry if she will find anyone to pick her up at all. The nights here can get very cold, too cold!, and who knows how long it would take her to walk somewhere.
Suddenly, two headlights appear on the horizon, and her heart skips a beat. A truck is coming towards her, and she stretches out her hand to wave. She notices he has seen her as he slows down and finally comes to a stop beside her. A middle-aged man in a red and black checkered shirt and worn-out jeans opens the passenger door.
"Get in, young lady, where are you headed?"
She climbs in and takes a seat in the passenger seat.
"Just to the next place with a motel or something."
He nods, has a calm gaze, and a faint, friendly smile on his lips.
She closes the door and feels the scent of the driver's cabin fill her nose. Leather, but not cheap or unpleasant, rather luxurious. It is very intense, yet not too strong to be overwhelming. The driver sets off.
After a short while, she notices a change in the scent. It becomes sweeter, slightly spicy, with a very subtle oriental character. The leather recedes a bit, and the spicy sweetness builds up further. A stark contrast could easily arise from both notes, but instead, they blend together in a wonderfully harmonious way. She closes her eyes and takes deep breaths. Since when do truck drivers smell so good?
He looks far into the distance as the sun is almost set.
"It'll take a while until we reach the next town. Hope that's not a problem."
"No, certainly not," she says, continuing to breathe through her nose, enchanted by the sweet, spicy leather.
Only after 3½ hours does she feel the atmosphere slowly retreating. The sun has already set. The sky is not yet dark, but it’s only a matter of time.
She doesn’t notice how her eyelids are falling shut.
It’s early morning when she wakes up again, the driver still at the wheel. How long had she been asleep? She looks at the clock. Almost 11 hours! The scent is only faintly perceptible now, but still present.
She sees that the driver has stopped.
"Ma'am, we’re here."
He smiles gently at her. She thanks him and gets out. Out of the scent that had enveloped her like a coat for hours. She misses it the moment she no longer feels it.
Once more, she looks through the windshield at the driver, and he looks back at her with a kind gaze. He drives off. She watches the truck disappear.
Who knows? Maybe she would run into him again when he next travels this way.
And then she would be back in his cabin, in the scent that exudes strength and gives her comfort.
And then she would ride with him again, with the truck driver, through the night.
The highway is deserted, and she slowly starts to worry if she will find anyone to pick her up at all. The nights here can get very cold, too cold!, and who knows how long it would take her to walk somewhere.
Suddenly, two headlights appear on the horizon, and her heart skips a beat. A truck is coming towards her, and she stretches out her hand to wave. She notices he has seen her as he slows down and finally comes to a stop beside her. A middle-aged man in a red and black checkered shirt and worn-out jeans opens the passenger door.
"Get in, young lady, where are you headed?"
She climbs in and takes a seat in the passenger seat.
"Just to the next place with a motel or something."
He nods, has a calm gaze, and a faint, friendly smile on his lips.
She closes the door and feels the scent of the driver's cabin fill her nose. Leather, but not cheap or unpleasant, rather luxurious. It is very intense, yet not too strong to be overwhelming. The driver sets off.
After a short while, she notices a change in the scent. It becomes sweeter, slightly spicy, with a very subtle oriental character. The leather recedes a bit, and the spicy sweetness builds up further. A stark contrast could easily arise from both notes, but instead, they blend together in a wonderfully harmonious way. She closes her eyes and takes deep breaths. Since when do truck drivers smell so good?
He looks far into the distance as the sun is almost set.
"It'll take a while until we reach the next town. Hope that's not a problem."
"No, certainly not," she says, continuing to breathe through her nose, enchanted by the sweet, spicy leather.
Only after 3½ hours does she feel the atmosphere slowly retreating. The sun has already set. The sky is not yet dark, but it’s only a matter of time.
She doesn’t notice how her eyelids are falling shut.
It’s early morning when she wakes up again, the driver still at the wheel. How long had she been asleep? She looks at the clock. Almost 11 hours! The scent is only faintly perceptible now, but still present.
She sees that the driver has stopped.
"Ma'am, we’re here."
He smiles gently at her. She thanks him and gets out. Out of the scent that had enveloped her like a coat for hours. She misses it the moment she no longer feels it.
Once more, she looks through the windshield at the driver, and he looks back at her with a kind gaze. He drives off. She watches the truck disappear.
Who knows? Maybe she would run into him again when he next travels this way.
And then she would be back in his cabin, in the scent that exudes strength and gives her comfort.
And then she would ride with him again, with the truck driver, through the night.
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