Driving south on I-95 I am aware of white lines blinking by and the murmur of music streaming from the radio. Passing the North Carolina state line, 100 miles closer to you, my mind is on autopilot driving the monotonous miles that remain between us. I focus and refocus on the cars ahead of me…deep breaths…more AC… a sip of water. I realize I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, keep them on the road, and panic sets in. How can this be happening when to finally arrive is all I ever dream? I stop worrying about falling asleep, giving in to dreams of you, and worry instead the alarm will ring once again before my dream comes true.
Sugar is the sweet combination of Tinkerbell and all things pink who occasionally channels Mae West. Why don't you come up and see me sometime? She is proprietor of the 6S Sugar Shack where she goes heavy on the spirits and easy on the eyes.