It’s 3:00am.
I reach cover and turn on the radio.
It coughs up noise that reminds me of a soundtrack to a bad dream.
I can barely hear the tinny, garbled voices.
The cars outside rush by like falling elevators.
Pressed up again glass in silent desperation.
I’m lost in the middle of nowhere.
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