She finally found a radio station with a strong signal playing music she liked, so Angie continued on until about the halfway point. By then, fatigue had begun to settle on her like a heavy weight and made her eyelids flicker as she ached for sleep. Angie pulled over, then shook Peter awake.
“Wha…” he groaned after the third time she called his name.
“Honey, wake up,” Angie said. “I need you to take over driving, okay?”
He sat up and glanced around looking dazed, his wide-open eyes unfocused and bleary. “Where… ugh, my mouth is dry… where are we?”
“I’ve been driving for about two hours, so I guess we’re almost half of the way there. But I’m about nodding off and don’t want to crash the car.”
“No,” he said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “no, crashing wouldn’t do at all, will it? O
