No moonlight glistening on the car seats, it\'s
dark broken by bright headlights along the
loneliest of roads.
My foot alive on the accelerator, the road fills
my eyes, the heater on. Cold seeps in. Thanks
for heated seats.
No sounds echo in my ears other than the
engine\'s roar. I half dream with an automatic
focus from knowing this highway and the
emptiness of the towns.
Finally, I pull into a familiar yard.
She\'s waiting there to take me to her
bed. I\'ll call my wife tomorrow.