It was 3 a.m.
& I was having trouble sleeping
once more.

My mind drifted
& wandered off
with wonder & anxiety;
searching for some kind of reason
between the shadowed crevices
of my brain;
twisting & turning about,
following paths
that sometimes went somewhere;
other times nowhere;
& more times dissolving
into something else altogether
only to repeat the whole cycle once again.

It was a vicious cycle of insomnia.

Kyrie stirred next to me
& woke up.

With the big,
pale blue October moon
shining through our bedroom window,
she lazily looked at me
with her big pale blue eyes
& asked me what was wrong.

I told her the usual:
restless curiosity.

With a sigh
filled with the world's sadness
& sympathy,
yet quieter than a murmur of a murmur,
Kyrie sat up & got dressed.

I was already sitting up & was dressed.
These bouts of curiosity
always kept me prepared
to go nowhere at all,
but still, I was prepared,
just in case
things finally decided
to take a course
& to go off into the beyond…

wherever that may be.

Kyrie returned
& suggested we go for a drive.

I nodded in agreement & she took over
from there. Walking down to the garage,
we hopped into her little two-door
Volkswagen Golf GTI
&




S H O T O F F




into the early morning darkness
like a bullet fired from a gun.

At
nearly
ninety
miles
an hour,
she drove
through the
winding streets
of our world,
a world that
was only beginning to realize it was a
new day, as she wove in
& out of
the sparse traffic like a maniacal Formula One driver, leaving
the still groggy commuters
in
-s-t-i-t-c-h-e-s-.-



Turning to the
left,
then
into...