tried sleeping. I needed sleep but how was I to get to sleep with all
the colours vying for my attention? It had been a long road on a
thin, dusty trail. Somewhere along the way Rod had pulled the car
over. His caffeine addiction wouldn't let him pass the roadside café.
I learnt things about him that day but it would take years for me to
work it out. The coffee hit the stomach but did nothing to dissolve
the early morning after the late night washed down with wine feeling.