Sleep tight, we'll drive on out. I thought as I watched her blond hair rest in puffy curls on her shoulders.

It was 3 A.M. and we were going North. Cars accompanied us on our journey but all were too shy to admit it. North was the direction to go, on the 5 we could all make it. We all had to anyway.

The darkness covered us in semi circles and road taught us the true color of black.

I could feel the streams of yellow phosphorescence beaming into my eyes and staining them different oily colors. Every car that passed whispered its own story, but no one was willing to stop and hear the others problems. North was where we were going and I can still hear their whimpers today.