Every time i take him to work in the early am,
I always feel like dracula on the way home.
   ” oh no the streetlights are turning off!” (Cue dracula music)
I see wynona ryder with her arms raised as i race down the road… ” oh no i see where the sun is rising! Not yet, not yet!”
The sweet taste of victory when i reach my valley, fly into the house, and back into bed.