She stroked the back of his neck
where the hairs met the collar.
“You must be getting tired.
We should stop soon.
I heard there’s a great motel
at the edge of Reason.”
He turned to smile at her,
the ghost of a relationship stuck in his teeth.
“Just a couple more hours.
We’re almost to the center of Gravity,
Halfway to Paradise.”
His eyes returned to the hypnotic lines of the highway.
She sighed and offered no response,
Never having been a halfway kind of girl.