creativeShe sat in a loose hunch over the steering wheel, staring out of the windshield... it was either night or early morning. Which, she wasn't sure, but driving out here in the countryside was too silent, too relaxed, too peacfeul. The beautiful, huge silver moon, the picturesque mountain ranges, and the grasslands, made a bit soggy by the rising water to the west...
OK, that was it.
"Clu..." Ahem. "Cloud." She slurs, resting a hand on the stick shift and pulling the truck to a gradual stop.
"Your map... how far is Cosmo from here? We're about..." She takes this time to peer out the side window, past him, the sights not readily absorbed into her tired mind.
"At the end of the mountain ranges. And we're almost out of fuel. You said there was an outpost around...?"
She can't resist leaning her elbow on the wheel, and placing her head in her hand, as if to strike a listening pose. Then, her head starts to slip, bobbing back up with new awakeness. "HMmm?"
