Around midnight I fell asleep again, and this time didn’t wake till morning, though even when I did wake I didn’t get up right away, or even open my eyes, but lay there in the position in which I’d been sleeping, and listened to the sound of the birds outside the window of my room, which was near enough to the interstate that I could also hear, if I listened intently enough, the hush of traffic, which recalled to me, eventually, the purpose of my trip, and the trajectory of my day, though even then I still did not get up, but refrained from doing so until I’d thought about how far I might drive, and what state I might find myself in, geographically speaking, by the time I stopped again. At which point I did get up, slowly dressed, and went down to the lobby to find some breakfast.