your eyes are focused on the headlights shining on the road as you drive. your boyfriend is sitting in the passenger seat, somewhere between a state of sleeping and forced consciousness. if it weren't for your current mental state and need for this drive, you'd turn around and take you and itto to bed, but you cant bring yourself to do it

"You seem more upset then before buttercup whats wrong?" suddenly the groggy voice of the sleepy man speaks up next to you