On the road
Imogen Howe
only thought about necessities.
gas
and
food
the only things that would keep her going. It had been about ten hours she thought. Already going through her phones battery, for some reason she noticed it getting darker. It woke her up.
sleep
the next thing she needed. As she passed exits she scanned for hotels. This one had one, that one didn't, she'd eventually need to stop.
Before this she was concerned about different things. How her house looked, or her bed. She had 10 different pillows, although she only really used about two for sleeping. This didn't seem important any more. She didn't even need a pillow, maybe she didn't need a bed.
"Worst case I can just sleep in the car."
She thought about tomorrow, she would need cash. Alan and her shared an account so then he could track her. It would just worry him. She should have left a note.
In the cafe she used to worry about details too, but they were different. She cared about the regulars drinks, and how it felt to them. Something was different and she didn't know how to get back to then. She passed another exit sign.
