The red lights wait jumpy in a line.
Green spoons in the sky restarting
their sleepwalk. Passing and falling
back make sounds like waves
passing over us. We are under water.
The interior is luke warm. I can
feel the weight of your eyelids
as you clutch the wheel like it
might slip away. The darkness
is a blanket and I lean against
the door. I give in and roll into a
ball. I can only see a pencil drawing
of your face in the dark. It is smudged
as sleep swallows me. You look, smile at me.