Sheer exhaustion wrapped its long arms around me. Eyelids, as heavy and a weighted fishing line, kept trying to descend for a much needed nap. Every fiber of my being just wanted to go to sleep. Opening the windows of my little black car, fresh air pummeled my face, trying to get me to pull over. My brain kept reminding me that I was ONLY a mile from my own welcoming bed. Just a mile. Just one little mile. My conscious was screaming, “Just pull over! Just pull over and sleep for a few minutes.” Encountering the rumble strips, momentarily jolted my weighted eyelids to full attention. Seeing a large parking lot, I had a miniscule conscious thought, once again, that I should pull over but I just kept going. Next, the road turtles rattled my car, and like a zombie, I mildly corrected. Now only a half mile from home, the weighted fishing line felt like someone had just added about 20 pounds and I no longer could resist. Allowing my eyes to close, I did not make the 90 degree turn that the road had. Adrenalin exploded