The hot breeze was blowing through my hair as I drove the convertible along the beach. Ariana Grande thundered through the speakers with her song Break Free, which matched my mood better than any other. "If you want it take it," she sang, and I nodded affirmatively to every word, turning up the music.
Today was my birthday, today, theoretically, I was one year older than yesterday, today I was supposed to be depressed, and the truth was I had never felt so alive until now. When I stopped the car at the traffic light, the chorus started. The bass exploded around me, and my fantastic mood made me sing along.
"This is... the song... where I say I don't want you... I'm stronger than I've ever been before..." I screamed along with Ariana, waving my hands in all directions. The young guy whose car stopped right next to mine smiled at me flirtatiously and, amused by my behavior, tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song. Probably, besides the music and my exaggerated behavior, my outfit also caught his interest. I didn't wear much today.
The black bikini matched perfectly with the purple Plymouth Prowler, which everything matched because it was simply amazing. My car, beautiful and unusual, was a birthday gift. Of course, I knew my husband wouldn't stop there, but I comforted myself with the thought that this might be the last gift.
