Damon watched the yellow stripes racing toward him, and smiled. “Only 40 more miles to home.” The moon-cast world shadowed in burnt navy and carbon passed slowly by. Blobs of crack filler like black amoebas seemed to levitate off of the road in the curve of his windshield.
Eyelids sagging, he ran his finger over the volume knob as far to the right as it would go, and slapped himself hard across the face. With hair flapping in the max ac, he slugged down some more coffee. His eyelids hesitated at the bottom of a blink, “Thirty more miles.”