William’s head bobbed with his eyes closed as the truck bounced along the road. Reaching up as he moved his eyes back to the road, the glare of the headlights started catching regular patches of snow, Joshua stroked his bushy black beard that had a few streaks of gray like his thick shoulder-length hair. Glancing at the clock on the dash, Joshua sighed seeing it was 3:40 a.m. “We should’ve had breakfast on the go,” he said glancing again at William. Jerking his head up and blinking his eyes, William looked around seeing it was pitch black outside the cab. “Huh?” he said looking over at his dad. “I said we should’ve got our breakfast to go,” Joshua grinned. Blinking and clearing the sleep from his eyes, William saw his thermal coffee mug in the center armrest. Grabbing it and flipping the top open, he glanced over at his dad. “I was finished in five minutes,” he said taking a tiny sip then smacked his lips from the scalding liquid.
