The driver's focus is on the disappearing center line. Then the sun begins to rise, and it's like nothing he's seen before, he stops to admire it and takes a picture. He's tired, closes his eyes, rests, thinks, and dreams. Time, memories, love, places, people from the past. Who knows and makes the future? Do wishes come true? Where do they come from? Is life a coin toss? Does it happen by choice? Is it random, magic, or an illusion? As the last word rolls off his lips, at this last flutter of time, the driver will choose to be awake, asleep, dreaming or dead.
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