You keep walking along the freeway. Sleep won't come to you not matter how badly you want it to, so what's the point? You can use your money to drown your pain in alcohol tomorrow. Who knows, if you drink enough, maybe you can just pass out into a dreamless sleep.
You've been walking for a little over ten hours without pause and your feet are starting to hurt. They haven't been in this much pain since the night of your wedding, when you and Claudia danced until long after the band and your guests had left. It was just the two of you and you collapsed onto the dance floor kissing and almost making love if not for the staff of the hall pushing you out the door.
That was a good night. You think about it often and it brings you momentary peace. Momentary because eventually you remember. She is gone. She will never return. You will never have a night like that again. You will never be able to hold her again, never feel the warmth inside her as she lay beneath you. Never.
You collapse into a sitting position on the side of the highway, your back resting on a guard rail. You are crying, the tears overtake you despite your efforts to prevent them. You are lost in grief once more, stricken as if by force.
Some time passes and you remain like this. You don't know how long, all you know is that the sun is shining in your face when you open your eyes. You must've fallen asleep at some point. It was dreamless sleep, and for that you are grateful. You have come to count dreamless nights as a godsend.
You stand up and look around. You start walking again on your throbbing feet with a thumb extended to the oncoming traffic.
Most vehicles just pass you by but eventually a car pulls over. A young man in a leather jacket sits behind the wheel. He appears to be about twenty, and has a thick mustache that doesn't suit his face. An orange baseball cap dons his head. "You need a lift?" He asks
"That is what the thumb meant." You reply curtly.
"Well get in." He says. Do you?
You've been walking for a little over ten hours without pause and your feet are starting to hurt. They haven't been in this much pain since the night of your wedding, when you and Claudia danced until long after the band and your guests had left. It was just the two of you and you collapsed onto the dance floor kissing and almost making love if not for the staff of the hall pushing you out the door.
That was a good night. You think about it often and it brings you momentary peace. Momentary because eventually you remember. She is gone. She will never return. You will never have a night like that again. You will never be able to hold her again, never feel the warmth inside her as she lay beneath you. Never.
You collapse into a sitting position on the side of the highway, your back resting on a guard rail. You are crying, the tears overtake you despite your efforts to prevent them. You are lost in grief once more, stricken as if by force.
Some time passes and you remain like this. You don't know how long, all you know is that the sun is shining in your face when you open your eyes. You must've fallen asleep at some point. It was dreamless sleep, and for that you are grateful. You have come to count dreamless nights as a godsend.
You stand up and look around. You start walking again on your throbbing feet with a thumb extended to the oncoming traffic.
Most vehicles just pass you by but eventually a car pulls over. A young man in a leather jacket sits behind the wheel. He appears to be about twenty, and has a thick mustache that doesn't suit his face. An orange baseball cap dons his head. "You need a lift?" He asks
"That is what the thumb meant." You reply curtly.
"Well get in." He says. Do you?
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