I’m on my phone in the back of the van with my family. We're all heading to visit my other set of grandparents in Maryland for the fourth of July. On the highway, I look out the window through the windows of other vehicles. Two nose-pierced teen girls, one with an afro, one with a wolf cut. An older-twenties looking woman with a Buddha bobblehead on the dash. A middle-aged or elderly hispanic husband and wife with bellies that run the negative space around them. I wonder where they're going, what they're talking about. I daydream about being in there with them. Anywhere but here. I’ve got Breakthespell by mk.gee in my headphones. There's crust, crumbs, and a peppermint wrapper in the cupholder beside me, all been there for months. We drive over a river I don't know the name of. The sky is a blanket of cotton.