Rosco awoke to the bright lights of his bedroom still on. What was going on? He squinted hard. He looked at his cell phone clock. It was 4 in the morning.
He yawned. He bet Charlotte had something to do with this. She was probably still up when the power went out and turned on their light to just see if the power was out and didn't turn it back off.
"Great." He said with yet another yawn.
"What?" He thought she said, but she might have been fussing with someone in her sleep.
Rosco got up and turned off the light and crawled back under the warm covers. The heat was now back on. Evidently, the storm had brought a cold front. Winter was back. He supposed it hadn't actually left.
He shivered then, hugging up to Charlotte even if she might not want it. He did. He wanted to go back to sleep. The wind had kept him up earlier. He had dreams about being on an old pirate ship and everyone talking in their pirate voices. It was quite silly now when he thought about it. Yet a bit of him wished he was back in that dream instead of thinking about how in the world was he ever going to get Charlotte to drive. She was hyped and yet, he'd mention things like taking the car for a spin and she'd freeze up.
"Maybe we can go for a really long drive this weekend and we can have a picnic." It sounded so playful and very independent, but then she'd say, "No, no, you should drive. You know where to go."
But he knew the best way for her to learn was to take a road trip. He was sure he had his work cut out for him.