The long hours on the road. We have been driving all day, and the sun was slowly creeping behind the horizon. The shadows covered the mountain range. Our headlights turned on, as well as the cars next to us. Pretty soon everything was dark and only the road ahead of us could be seen.
My eyes grew heavy and everything started to blur. The tireless hours of being on the road were starting to take affect. I couldn't wait until we arrived at our destination. Sleep called for me and I would have greatly answered if it weren't for my stubborn self unable to fall asleep in a car. My parents were talking in the front seat about where we were at or how much further it was. My sister sat next to me with her eyes closed. I wouldn't have been surprised if she were actually asleep. I stared out the window looking at nothing but blackness. For a moment I thought that I may have fallen asleep, but I was uncertain. The music was still playing and tires rolling on the road could still be heard.
Then something happened, I saw something beautiful. A town crossed my vision. The colors it illuminated were so vibrant and bright. It looked like a circus covered, no showered with Christmas lights of all colors. The buildings were of extravagant design, no two buildings looked the same. The streets were lit up and cars slowly drove by. I swore it looked like a dream. Maybe it was. I tried to focus on it a little more, trying to see things in better detail, but my vision was fading. We were speeding by too fast to see what the town was really like. The moment I saw the town, it was beautiful, but just as quickly as it arrived, it disappeared. I never saw that town ever again. It truly felt like a dream.
I sat straight in my seat. Resting my head on back of it, I thought what it might be like to live in that town. With the colorful lights, and the music playing. I wondered what would the people be like. Friendly, welcoming, fun. I thought of it as one of those places where everything is perfect, and there is nothing to worry about. Those places that are only found in your dreams. You are at peace, and you can't help but smile. All your friends and family are there, and nobody is unhappy. A dreamland, Heaven. That's what I imagined it was. If a place like that ever existed I would go searching for it. Like everyone else that searched for the Garden of Eden, or the Fountain of Youth, buried treasure under historical places, or the perfect house to live in. I would search for the perfect town.
Of course, the sad part is there's no such thing as a perfect town.
