land of Nod: sleep

I wanted to go there, but I couldn't. I still had seven hours of driving to do. Something about my eyelids was so inviting, though. I tried to ply them right back into my head, wanted to tack them there, or celotape, like tit tape. My hands clamped themselves to the steering wheel. My body was turning so tense, trying to keep itself awake. Yet while the car was heading to San Diego, my body was heading to the land of nod.