Fading blueish pink skies kiss green bristles that strain towards the heavens. An endless strip of asphalt stares them down, begging drivers’ feet to grow heavy on their pedals. Yellow lines glow from the grey runway, playing tricks on tired eyes. The weary traveler scans blue signs listing possible places of much needed respite only to find offers of cheap bedsheets and greasy food. Onward the nomads press, crawling mile after mile waiting for the promised land to creep into view on the horizon, where their thirsts will be quenched, hunger slated, and heavy eyes rested. Their destination is so close yet so far, beaconing them and urging them to travel onward. Hope and excitement tickle their minds as the mile markers tick by, enumerating the distance they have travelled. Starry pinpricks dust the night sky as they hustle on. Passengers press clammy foreheads against cool glass and peer up at the smattering of light that graces the inky darkness. Drivers rub their eyes and guzzle their caffeine, blinking away the sleep that torments their eyes. Soon the travelers can bear it no longer, so they succumb to the invitation of one of the ghastly exit signs and pull off, landing at a cookie cutter hotel, different only from its comrades because of it’s location. One plastic card is exchanged for another and the sleep deprived travelers trudge up to their borrowed room. Crisp cold sheets gleefully accept leaden bodies and the sandman happily visits his friends. The travelers’ heads are filled with images of the ‘morrow and at the first light will eagerly rise and take up the journey once again.
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