driving to washington, dc

wake up in virginia, moving through the early morning hours. it is dark outside and all i hear are the tires rolling along the road and the wind against the doors. everyone is sleeping in strange and uncomfortable positions. chief is at the wheel. twelve hours now. and im awake. or not awake. not sleeping either though. im just a passenger. along for the ride. not quite sure whats holding my head. my throat is swollen and filled with sand. the entirety of my voice is unable to climb up it, and so i whisper, "hows it going?" but receive no response. chief must not have heard me. but now i contemplate whether or not i said anything at all. its dark. and it seems like we are running between the same two line of trees that we were between at the beginning. i was hoping for mountains at some point. maybe we cut right through them. like i said--its dark and im not sure if i said anything at all. gazing into the east, i catch thin stretch of deep blue hanging low beneath the blackness. first breath of the day. no matter how fast this car is running, or whether youre dead or alive, the day gently pulls apart the dark sky, slowly branching out from the horizon. it alway wakes so calmly, like after a good nights sleep. but we all know that the day never truly sleeps, it just quietly rolls away to another place. maybe we never sleep. we just roll away to some other place. so where am i exactly?