Carpark

Today I parked my car at the basement of a supermarket and fell asleep in the vehicle for at least 3 hours with its engine running. It just happened. It was random yet comforting. It was a moment when my mind refused to function, and my eyes longed to shut, and I felt the urge to take a break.

It has always been the rain or the carpark. Whenever I'm alone, and I meet one of these two, I just have to pause. I simply have to. It's probably my way of "getting away". Or my coping mechanism.