Exiting The Void

The realization that you left the void feels like driving on a desolate highway at dusk in a downpour. It's hard to see and the available light clouds your judgment of time. Is it morning or night?

It's that moment on the highway when you come-to and realize you don’t remember the last few hours of driving. Though you have been here dozens of times, it all looks new and unfamiliar. You reach for a cigarette and struggle to find the pack, then it hits you that you quit smoking fifteen years ago.