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All the scenery on the road fades from reality.  The clarity quickly covered with morning fog.  I can not see the reasons for my malaise.  There’s too much going on in this nightmare.  I feel the Fear hovering over me.  It blankets me like an aura. There’s the nagging feeling that today will be my last day on the planet and that is a disorienting feeling.  I just want to sleep but the road is too bumpy.  I slump over in the backseat but sleep is still denied.  It will not come to me now.

Hazy images

fade from trajected vision

scenery falters

clear desire for slumber

ultimately still denied