Lone Streak

The deadly calm of the ending night was shattered by the shrill alarm going off. It could not have come at a better time. A sound sleep and a sweeter dream lay in tatters. Life was so cosy under the blanket; that too on a holiday. Forcefully opening my eyes, I reached out to turn of the alarm which had perhaps sworn to wake up the entire house!
As my thoughts began to gather, I could feel a slight excitement building up in me. It was just past four and the sun was a long way off from east. A quick wash and a mug of coffee later I was ready. I was ready to race my car against time; race it against the speed barriers; race it for the thrill of racing it!
As I rolled the car out of the garage, I realised I could barely see. Was my vision clouded or had I left my glasses behind? It was neither; actually it was a thick dense fog which had set in like a curtain and visibility was down to less than two feet or even less! Nevertheless, I revelled at the prospect of driving down the empty streets on a foggy night. With the windows rolled down and the head lights in full glow, I hit the pedal hard. The welcome empty streets were in stark contrast to the chaotic traffic. Within no time I was streaking down the roads. The cold air swarmed in removing the last existent traces of sleep in me. The wind swept back my hair. The speakers were blaring out loud. The smooth roads offered no resistance.
Strangely enough, even though I was driving alone on an empty road I did not feel the lack of company. I felt that I had the whole world to myself. It was after a long time that I had myself for company. As I drove on, the song echoed in my ears, “Everybody needs sometime on their own, everybody needs sometime all alone!!”