The Part of the Freeway that Always Wakes Me Up

The part of the freeway where the weather dropped cold around the mountains with the lushful meadows on their peak waked me up. With my eyes half closed, I tried to find a blanket or a jacket or anything to keep my body warm but my hand found nothing I can put on.

I was going to mumble, asking for your hug like a spoiled kid asking for his mum to lullaby him to sleep before I realized I was on a shuttle car going away from you and the town you can't run from.