He yawned and rubbed his eyes, each in turn, while one hand remained on the steering wheel. As he sped into the night, he realised he was yawning a lot, and it was growing increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open.
It was 2:30 in the morning. He’d been driving for nine hours straight.
He placed a hand on Duke’s shoulder.
“Babe,” he said. “Babe, wake up.”
Duke stirred in his sleep.
“Do you want to take a turn at the wheel?”
Duke mumbled a word that could have been yes, and turned over in his seat. “You want me to drive?”
“Yes, if you don’t mind. Getting a bit sleepy here.”
Duke yawned and stretched out as much as the interior of the car would allow, while John pulled off the road.
John got out of the driver’s seat and disappeared around the other side of the car to relieve himse
