The Wrangler ate up yellow lines. I looked at the road. I looked at the trees. I looked at the rearview mirror and then back at the road. Was there ever a point when the brain got bored enough to conjure a new vision, to replace the one it was seeing? Fuzzy warmth from the vents made me sleepy and spent. A woman waved at me from the woods. A woman waved at me from the woods? My head snapped up from where it’d nearly drooped to my chest, and the car’s tires roared against the rumble strip. Thudding heartbeats nearly drowned out the stereo I’d cranked up to stay awake.
So well written. Oddly it actually spooked me a little. Go to sleep!
