Snow flakes fall onto my pale face. My eyes flutter open, I'm blinded by the headlights of a big rig speeding down the lonlely strech of highway. I don't have time to react to the truck before it plows over me. I brace for the impacts of a couple tons of steel and rubber. The truck passes over me as though I was a mere pile of snow. I rise to my feet, how can I be alive? I look down at my hands, my skin is transparent as a window fogged slightly by a breath, I felt like nothing more than a ghost.
I trudge down the highway for hours seeing nothing, but the flakes of snow that fall from the sky, and the headlights of of the occatioal car. It seems as though I have been walking for an eternity, when the lights of a rest stop flood my vision. I approach, my eyes search for somone, they come to rest on a the clerk at the quaint sub shop. I walk up to her, but she seems unaware of my presence.
"Hello." my voice pierces the silence. Still she seems oblivious. "Do you have a phone I could use?" Still nothing from her but silence. I sit there for what seems like hours, she closes the sub shop, still I sit in the small rest stop. The night seems to pass slower than the day had, each moments seems to be growing steadly slower than the last. When the sub shop opens in the morning I still sit at the small table in the corner. I know I am waiting, but for what I am usure.
