- Stop. Pull over.
- I want to close my eyes. Just a blink. One quick, ecstatic blink.
- Just pull the car over. There's a hard shoulder. Set your phone alarm. Twenty minutes.
- No. I can keep going. I'll have some water. That'll wake me up. I'm not sleepy.
- Do you know what you're risking?
- All I can feel is the cloud of sleep hovering between the base of my brain and the top of my spine.
- Think of the road markings slipping under your wheels - the car, crashing through the central divide, and onto the other side.
- I want to sleep.
- DON'T SLEEP.
- Just one blink
- Don't.
- Jesus. That blink was long. Blissful. Like taking a long glass of cool water.
- Stop the car.
- I'll have a strong mint, and shake it off.
- You're travelling at one hundred and twenty kilometers an hour. The people you love most are in this car.
- I'll blast the A/c.
- Just stop the car. Think now. Think of what you would wish as you are waiting, pinned into the driver seat as someone else bleeds out. You'll dream, pray, wish that you could go back to this moment, and pull over.
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