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Closing the door, turning the key, walking to the car. Sigh. An errant scrap of paper loops through the air, wind pushing it towards its make-believe destination. Fumbling keys pulled out of deep pockets. Ipod, cellphone, book, check. The key turns the magic lock, the secret world of vacuum pushes the other locks open. Sliding into the captain’s chair. Select the right key, push it into the ignition. The glow plug light tells me to bide my time. Start the engine. Blue smoke pours out the exhaust. Wasted fuel that doesn’t get to fully realize its dreams. Engine roars to life. Slowly shift into drive. Push the accelerator. Pull away from the curb. Move down the hill . The car rolling over the terrain. A moment of weightlessness as the car powers over bumps in the road. Slow down as I reach the bottom of the hill. Speeding around the curves with the industrial magic slipping by in the corner of my vision. Stacks of containers waiting for their return trip to the orient. Others file from their modes of transportation. Approaching their places of livelihood. Nourishment in hand, attitudes in brain. The road floats above my head. The bridge carries my vision, crossing the forgotten realms below. The car enters the leaf of the clover, depositing me onto the final approach to the days task. The viaduct carries me over the stop and go below. Cars and trucks rearrange to reach the proper escape at the appointed time. Off to the west, the water and the mountains swim together in a geologic gathering. My ride slips into the darkness of the tunnel. Downtown is left behind as the final approach is underway. Forces pull me outward as the tunnel bends and gets ready to spit me out into the bright sunshine once again. Pushing the accelerator, I exit the corner and the tunnel with a burst of speed. Frantically assessing the surroundings, the benz moves inside out. The brakes impede the movement. Maneuvering the auto onto the driveway of the parking lot. A magnetic pass slides through the reader, allowing access to the asphalt day spa. The car glides into its destination. The last notes of the funky beat play through my head. Turn off the ignition, remove the key. Exit. Repeat.