There is something about Arizona that creeps me out.

I'm not sure if it's the sand, the heat, or the lack of life in the place, but driving

through the long stretches of road with no lights around gets my mind to wander to some

very dark places.

My boyfriend and I decided to go to a town near the southern border of the United States

for my friend's wedding ceremony that was supposed to take place on a Saturday.

It was Friday morning and we were making the drive from California, but as always, we

left late.

Too late.

The sun was starting to set and we hadn't even crossed the California State border.

Before we knew it, it was midnight, and we were on the straightest road I had ever seen

when I finally decided to offer to drive.

Sam was getting sleepy.

I could tell by his eyes watering.

His eyes always water when he holds in a yawn.

I was kind of hoping he would say no, but I feel bad for him.

But I tell you that he would know nobody else at this wedding?

Just me.

He admitted that he was tired, but we had just passed a rest area.

Rest areas are little spots on the side of the road with bathrooms and vetting machines,

where you can walk around to stretch your legs, or take your dog out to poop, or even catch

a short nap.

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