Me and my cousin were driving home for Christmas in his bug. It was a ten or twelve hour drive, and we decided to do it overnight. Towards morning, it started to snow lightly. There was no accumulation on the driving surface, but the shoulder had maybe half an inch.

The sky was lightening and we were crossing a state border. I was riding shotgun at the time, and had woken up. I little while before I’d asked my cousin if he was ok, and assured me there was no problem. So I’m sitting there, and slowly, ever so slowly, we start drifting to the right. Then we’re into the snow, and I know something is wrong. My cousin has fallen asleep at the wheel.

Topics: travel, sleep, driving, holidays, memories, danger, college kids