My hands were going numb from the cold and my fingers were fastened around the wheel. My lips and nose were chaffed. Even my eyes felt stiff and sore. I was having trouble thinking and dark spots clouded my vision. I was freezing.

I glanced at the dashboard clock. 6:16. It had just been 6:08 a minute ago. Where was I? I forced myself to concentrate on the freeway. I was miles down the road and I had no memory of driving any of it- I had blacked out again. I wasn’t even drunk. That wasn’t good. It was dangerous but I just wanted to go home. My bed was calling me.

I was jarred awake by the wheels hitting the bumps that divided the lanes. I had fallen asleep again. I looked at the clock. 6:22. Six more minutes had passed. I was thankful that there were no other drivers on the road. I knew I was an accident waiting to happen but I was so close to home. I could make it. I knew I could. I just had to make myself more uncomfortable.

I clicked the air-conditioning to the highest setting and gritted my teeth.