I want to lie in the bed of a pickup truck, gaze up at the stars, and listen to the crickets on a summer night. I won’t need to be kept warm by the arms of a man; I’ll have the humidity that’s left from the warmth of a summer day. I won’t need my friends there to comfort me; I’ll have my thoughts to get lost in. I won’t need the sound of music playing to keep me company; the peepers, owls and the trickle of the stream in the distance will be enough for me. I won’t want the city lights in the background to try and make me feel like I’m close to home; they’ll drown out the space between the stars and I. The light of the moon will keep me safe and the grace of God will keep me sane. That’s all I need right now.