Just a Walk to the Bus

"Hhhuuuuuhhhhhh," I breathe in like I haven't had breath for weeks. As I suddenly come to, I'm blinsided by all these memories swirling around in my head. I'm from Seattle. I know this, but why can't I remember anything about it? I remember now that's where my journey began. So why can't I remember what I'm searching for? This has been the most exciting object by far. I know this angel is mine. I had it when I was a child. I remember wanting to put it on the tree, but I wasn't tall enough, and I got the silver glitter all over me. I remember having it with me when I first started walking. To anyone else, this wouldn't make much sense, but to me, this angel was my angel. She was my saving grace. Only the memory of her would carry me through the day to the end of my journey.

"You're awake," Frank sounded so delighted, like he saved the day, "I wasn't sure where you went off to. What happened with you? It looked like ten million thoughts hit your head all at once and your brain couldn't take it, so you passed out."

"I'm ok..." still coming too. "I have to make it to Seattle. It's there, Frank."

"Great," Frank is displeased, I can tell. The more time you spend with someone, the more you get to know their little querks. I could careless, I'm nearing the end of my journey. "Let's get moving as soon as you're ready. You've slept nearly half the day away."

So I gather my newly found angel, my bag and things, and we start walking toward the city. That bus station is only like ten miles away, and I'm pretty sure we can take that straight to Seattle. I'm extremely exhausted, and every step feels like it could be my last. The only thing at this point that's keeping me going is the wings of the angel on my back. She wants me to finish this journey as badly as I do. Onward I tread.

Frank is tired, too. I can tell. There's nothing I can do about that. He can tell my excitement by the pace I've set on the way to the station. I want to go home. As we get to the station, the sun is starting to set. It's comfortably familiar. I've seen this skyline before. It's like everything is in it's right place. I'm excited, I'm happy. I wouldn't tell Frank in a million years. He always asks me how I'm feeling. It drives me crazy. I'm pretty sure he can tell anyways. It's not everyday I've got a smile on my face. I think Frank's happy too. He knows we're nearing the end. He knows my angel will guide us.

The bus seems slower than it ever has. The roads aren't bad. I wish they'd hurry. But for tonight, I think I'll get some sleep, knowing that when we get to Seattle, we're in the city this treasure is buried. I'm almost done.