I could feel the coffee massaging the outer corners of my eyes.  I glanced behind us. The other two were already asleep. I flicked on the radio. It was an advert for a washing machine. Prerecorded from years ago and endlessly repeated. I thought about how nice it would be to wash my clothes. And to have a shower and climb under clean sheets with a gentle breeze and go to sleep. The light was just creeping over the edge of the mountains. The air was dewey and cold. Lady Gaga’s new song was on the radio. Lady Gaga had been dead for some years. Funny, that.