The charcoal grey of the asphalt continued to intensify as the minutes sped by with the bright white dotted lines dissecting the roadway.  The sun had long since passed and the sky was dancing back and forth between different shades of blues and purples.  Rotted away fence posts with half entwined rusted barbed wire dotted the landscape as the small red rocket of a car coasted along the horizon.  The praries - you could drive for hours, and still feel as though you hadn’t gone ten kilometers.

   Though barely able to sit up straight, she was determined to make it in one shot.  Just another ninety kilometers or so.  Not even an hour.  Slowly her vision began to cloud.  Just a little at first.  Everything still clearly visible, the dry itchiness of her eyes a mere discomfort.  She blinked once, twice, but still no resolution.  Her environment growing foggier and foggier, she rubbed her eyes as her mouth simultaneously, and uncontrollably stretched to it’s widest possible position to let loose a horrendously exhaustive yawn.

   This was quite possibly the most lethal of her character flaws.  Not matter what, she was always right - even if she was the one to lose out.  As self-involved as she was, she admitted  she wasn’t perfect, hell nobody was.  But she was damn near close - and she didn’t need any half-wit insecure prude to tell her otherwise.  She would finish the trip in three days.

   She was struggling to keep control of her eye muscles as the windows into her soul desperately kept trying to close their shutters.  She rolled down one window, then two, and before long the tiny two door car was engulfed in the bitter cold that filled the fields surrounding her.  She blinked again, but by this time it had taken her a full three seconds to get her eyes back open.  She could make the last seventy kilometers in half an hour if she just sped up a little.  

   It was time for the next quick fix.  The sound coming from the speakers surrounding her was magnified, and the car was almost shaking to the sloppy guitar chords of her new favourite band of the week.  Tractor trailers flew by her in the opposing direction at the speed of light, almost as though they were on timed intervals.  

   She blinked again.  It took almost five seconds to reopen her eyes now and she was over-exhausted.  Everyone else had abandoned their hopes of making their destination that day and the highway was almost barren, except for the predictable roar of the semis screaming past.  Her eyelids slowly weakened even more and her powers were futile against her body’s willful desire for sleep.  Her hands cast in the eerie green glow of the various gages and displays on the dash, they slipped away from the steering wheel while her head fell into a silent bow.


/jen/

i just haven't been the same since that house fell on my sister.

[the closest thing i've found to heaven is sitting here talking to you.bif naked]

[This message has been edited by quietlydying (10-11-2002 12:04 AM).]

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