The hands were on the steering wheel but the mind was
elsewhere.
She does not think. Her mind does not register the sights
and sounds gliding by.
She felt, as though they were not part of her body, her
hands moving to the tune of Waze.
Dazed, stuck in the hazy fog of morning traffic, it led her
on roads she does not know and does not care to remember.
Turn left, turn right, the cool automated voice drove her as
she drives the car.
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