BeautifulChances

"Where are we going?" I hear him ask the question. I hear him laugh for the thousand time this night. Only to be reminded that I'm not going to tell him where we are going. He has asked the question so many times, that I thought he would have known my answer by now. I'm not going to let him in on my secret. Not just yet. He must be patient, just a little while longer. I smile as I hear him groan in complain about not getting to know where we are going. As the lights swipes over the dark road, I watch him in my periphery vision. A smile plastered on his face. The black mane is tamed today. The black silky strands of hair are brushed down. No