10/16/2006

She's thrown a few moments into her appearance before running out the door; she wasn't expecting to be anyone's company tonight. Thoughts from the night before are still tumbling 'round her brain, trying to settle in the way a dog circles her resting place before giving into gravity. There are moments we all experience, most of us occasionally click to auto-pilot without our own consent. We daze out, but somehow continue our tasks and later resurface in our thoughts to ponder and digest how much we've gotten done but cannot recall actually doing, or how exactly we have ended up heading in the wrong direction. She is driving over and finishing up on a couple crazy bits of hair in the dim rearview. She can never seem to tame them, but always gives a good effort just in case. For this, she almost admires them because they seem well-suited on her head considering what goes on inside of it. How long do her eyes leave the road? She is not able to put it together in time as she snaps back into her present mindset, and at exactly the correct moment: appropriate, if only a split-second too late to change her now-destiny. A quick blink and eyes widen as though waking with a startle, alarmless, at the exact moment one should be arriving somewhere, yet the mind-clock has not added on preparation and travel time. Wide eyes, a sharp breath.Lights out.