​The daydream faded in gentle and amusing fashion. I began to notice what my eyes were doing, again. Hmm. Windshield, moving landscape. Oh, shit! I’m driving. Where did I zone out? Where the hell am I, now?

Sitting up straighter for a moment, I lean forward to peer out through the windshield, trying to see any upcoming signs that would tell me how far I’d travelled without noticing. Damn! I need to turn the vent on my face, and the radio. I’ll turn on the radio to keep me from remembering those things that never happened, again. Deep breath, sit back.

​In the distance, sound. Low drone of a household furnace that labors against post-dawn chill. Reluctant eyes blink, open to pale light of overcast through frosted window. Awake. Damn. Legs twist around to put feet on floor, pause with elbows on knees, head in hands. Resentment and a full bladder complete the clearance of waking fog.