Katie sits down with a drowsy yawn

Katie stepped into the tall young man's car. The soft leather cushions of the passenger seat hugged her. A wave of drowsiness washed over her, and she yawned.

He got in the opposite side. "All ready?" he asked.

Katie pulled down the visor and inspected herself. She didn't look as tired and aggravated as she felt. A bit of a blush clung to her pale cheeks. She ran her fingers through her bright red hair, straightened her sweater and buckled up.

"Guess so," Katie said.

The expensive car pulled away from the airport terminal, rolling so smoothly that it felt like a cushion of air.

The purring of the engine, a breath of warmth from the heater, and the smooth, faint vibration of the ride played into Katie's tiredness. She felt a little pressure in her bladder after all the waiting which might keep her awake.