Eighteen

Nervously confident, I’m getting ready for volume two. Adulthood. Eighteen trips around the sun and I do not feel any different… yet. Is this transition, denial or complacency? I am nearsighted; without spectacles objects in the distance are blurry and indistinguishable. I cannot see clear far ahead. While I lay in my twin-sized bed, dreams unfold in my head. It’s getting closer, closer, and closer still. Please, I want to slow down because we’re breaking the speed limit! I’m supposed to take the wheel at the next exit. I know where I want to go, but I can’t drive well. Can I make it all the way there intact?