Driving

The blackness disappears into the horizon. Three lanes of empty motorway only distinguishable from the surrounding embankments by the intermittent glow of coloured cats eyes The road has been sprinting under my wheels for hours White lines waver in sleep deprived hallucinations Trailing behind me, tail light scarlet haemorrhages onto the unravelling tarmac. A soft blanket of tiredness has wrapped itself tightly around my shoulders. The gentle promise of sleep soft and warm against my skin I roll down the window allowing the slipstream to enter and momentarily ease the uncomfortable monotony from my face Creeping towards me from the horizon appear the ice white glow of roadside lights searing through the darkness suspended in the night floating closer like planes leaving a midnight runway Pools of illumination flood across concrete grey Eyes sting straining under bleaching lights artificial daylight contributing to my enduring tedium The cool night’s breath fails to prevent my heavy lids from continuing their gradually extending decent Jerking to alertness stray wheels thumping over rumble strip boundaries heart pounding adrenaline raging I turn on the radio for distraction but the hushed tones of night time broadcasting make my body plead for slumber Too far to go not enough time to stop Can’t continue, eyes flickering, slipping closed.