The lines on the street are waving to the rhythm of the song. Left to right, sky to dirt. I recognize the stoplight from a few feet away, I stop just a few feet ahead of it.

Just a few more blocks, I tell myself. A few more numbers.

I press on through the dark empty streets and my mind swifts in time with the lines on the road. The rhythm of the road flows through the car. Through my mind. Through the person a few feet in front of me.

I see the speedometer drop a few numbers.

I see it rise up again, too.

In rhythm with my mind.

1215.
1215.
1512?
1512, yes. That’s it. I’m pretty far off. I thought it was right around here.

This must be it.

Right?

Just a couple more yards into the drive way and…and I…just…yards…just want to…home…