highway to nowhere

Suddenly waking up in the middle of precious sleep with parched lips and knitted brows isn't the best of things that can happen hours before embarking on another dreadful working day that lasted till after 1am the following day when most are having their distinctly different and prettier dreams.

Why were i in your car, in the backseat alone, when the car suddenly stopped in the middle of the highway and i got out to find you slumped lifeless in the seat and my frantic calling and slapping wouldn't wake you up so i looked around and shouted for help and spotted a man 20m ahead who didn't want to see me and so i stuck my head back into the car to find you vanished from where you were dead moments ago but turned my head to find you in the backseat with your eyes on me and a smirk on your face.

it was you, though it shouldn't be.

i sprang awake all knotted up and needing a drink.

now i need the bed. it's 3 bloody am yet again.