Asleep Behind the Wheel

by solaris2001

A muted candle flame dwindling behind frosted glass hung low between snowcapped office buildings on his homeward drive, anonymous commuters sliding by in salt-filthy sedans and SUVs entrenched between gray slush furrows. At a stop light he stared between frozen brick condo towers at the tarry maple veins against the medium-rare clouds and thought of the sleeping pills waiting in the bedside drawer. Sleep was harder to come by in the February market despite the lingering nights, and each pill represented a chance to fight off consciousness for sundry hours that would pass like fleeting shadow men in the periphery.

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