Sometimes, when it's dark out, the road can seem to stretch on forever. Nothing can be seen except the headlights of the car scanning the deserted road ahead. The windows were opened slightly and there was a whistle of the wind seeping through. There wasn't much to look at in that old car. I could make out the figure of Dad's head in the driver's seat. He was humming that song that was always stuck in his mind, momentarily taking sips from the extra large styrafome cup which contained a thick black coffee he bought miles back at a donut shop. He was trying not to be a victim of highway's hypnosis and downed the caffeinated sludge.
I leaned my forehead against the window and looked out. Still nothing. The car started making a funny sound. I guess it got bored with the little scenery and wanted to call it a night. Either that or it was following Dad's footsteps and humming itself awake. I don't know how I stayed awake this long. The clock on the dashboard flashed 2:47, sending a pulsating, hypnotic glare through the dark interior.
I pressed my face against the cold glass and I strained my eyes to see if there was anything worth looking at. I was unsuccessful at my attempts. I continued to gaze deeper and deeper into...nothing.
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