Greg rubbed his eyes and blinked. He should pull over, but Tony slept in the passenger seat and he couldn’t bear to wake him.
It had been a fantastic weekend. The smell of sweat and sex still permeated their clothes. Tony snored, nearly loud enough to drown out the radio. That was playing one of the many CDs they were bringing back from the festival.
He should have booked one more day off work. Tony, much more experience in the ways of such things, had done exactly that, but Greg had a hard enough time getting the day before off. There was no way he’d get another vacation day approved.
Greg yawned, his eyes squeezing shut and had to blink twice as hard when they opened again. There was fog coming in, but it wasn't that bad, was it? When did it get so thick?
Rubbing his eyes again, the image improved marginally, but the visibility was still awful.
Tony snorted and started, sitting up in a jerk.
“What?” he asked, then smiled sheepishly at Greg. “That was a pretty good dream.”
“Yeah, we– truck!”
Greg didn't see it then and couldn't see anything after. Tony guided him home.
I am really not happy with this piece. I hope I get to come back and work on it some more, but if I don't, forgive me for the slap job on this one. I promise something really good next time (hopefully I can deliver on that). There are more great shorts of 200 words. Just pop to the blog and read them all.