Drive Time

Where am I? I sat behind the wheel of my car. I shook away the fuzziness from dozing off. My self-driving car had parked itself on the side of the road. No traffic was passing by, and an eerie silence unnerved me. I looked through the window. Fog obscured most of my view, but I could see where concrete merged into dirt and, a little further, grass. I recalled driving on the interstate, headed from my home in Austell, Georgia, to South Carolina to visit my in-laws. About halfway through the trip, I had left the interstate and taken the state highways to avoid traffic. After hours of driving, my eyes had begun to droop. No longer caring to steer the car myself, I