It was a little closer to the morning than it was to the evening by the time I drove us back to her place.
Just a little over eleven where the freeways were empty, the looming night colder, and the only constant source of company and life was just the two of us both.
Truth be told, it was actually nice while it lasted - long stretches of barren roads for miles and miles as far as the eye could see; twinkling twilight illuminated by headlights, and her warmth, her embrace keeping so very, very close.
Felt almost like we were transported off into a literal twilight zone of our own, doomed to forever wander this lonely winterscape having nothing else but each other for peace and comfort.
Not that bad a deal at all, if you ask me.
Besides, I've gone through harsher ordeals before. An eternal limbo actually sounds pretty peaceful.