The word

3:30 am. I awoke in a panic moments ago… trying to cry out, but unable to get my dried out mouth make anything more than a horrible hoarse croaking sound… stumbling toward the bathroom, nearly stepping on Petey, the lite sleeper, probably rousted and ready to battle what sounded like a massive bullfrog careening thru the house. I couldn’t get my face in the sink fast enough, splashing and gulping. A growl from Petey makes me turn and look down. We stand staring at each other and I finally get the word out…

’Nebraska’

Petey doesn’t care, he’d go anywhere in a car happily, he turns and clickity clicks away.

But the rest of us know long drivers and road trippers, try not to think about that word.

Back to bed hopefully to dream about things on the other side of that word.

oops I see this is still in draft from the wee hours. Posting now.