I was starting to feel like I owned the road now.
Whereas before, a few twists and turns ago, I was still a part of the long, long locomotive of lorries, semis, and cars barreling through the asphalt tracks. After a while, I seemed to have uncoupled from the rest of the freight.
The road ahead stretched vast and empty into a horizon gradually becoming less and less unobstructed by man-made concrete. So it really was like the highway was mine alone to own and rule over, save for the occasional visitor that I permitted to whiz past because I'm just nice like that.
Yeah, It really wasn't hard for the mind to wander to delusions of grandeur like that especially when you got no one to talk to, or even worse, someone who seemed to not want to talk in general.
Irene was a mute. In the way one would be when they simply had too much to dwell on about to even speak. I could sense her thinking behind me, her gaze glazed, burrowed deep within herself.