The Author had always felt like Monday mornings were an unclear time of day. She'd sit in her car and watch everything pass by the windows during that hour every week, the one that felt both short and infinite.
Her perfume was finding its way through the air, unbothered by the warm air streaming from the ventilation. The hum of the engine, the windshield wipers, the light fog and the morning dark all played their part in the feeling of calm spreading through her body.
The Author kept both her hands on the steering wheel, paying attention to the road while the Friend was sleeping in the passenger seat. They'd spent the weekend with the Friend's sister, celebrating her birthday.
The party was fun, but all the socialising with people she doesn't know had the Author feeling tired. The two of them had gotten up at an ungodly hour to drive back in time for work. The smart move would have been to head home the day before, but none of them thought about that until it was way too late to drive.
The Author was driving away from the sunrise, and she watched with slight awe as the fog lifted and beams of sunlight slowly hit the trees in a soft, orange glow.
She hadn't noticed the Friend was awake until she saw his hand reach out and turn on the radio. Both of them jumped in their seats at the high volume, which the Author quickly turned down.
"What a way to wake up..." the Friend muttered before the both of them laughed. They settled into a comfortable silence between them, listening to whatever was going on on the radio. Though both of them were heading to work, it was a beautiful and calm moment, driving through the serene landscapes of a tired Monday morning.
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