The same doors open from bedroom to bathroom and house to car. A poor vehicle, it's body stable yet barely in service so poor-- cracks and scrapes, half a grill missing, the brand and emblem since eroded and long withered.
A turned key brings either exhausted startles or sputters congesting from the engine. Or is it just the ignition?
All familiar moments from the same minute at the same turn initiating the redundancy to follow. So that car--my car shall endure upon my abandoning from the minutes before morning's end to early evening's last light swelling from the sun's sultriness, creaking where wheels meet brakes and they the axis, springs and suspension as the thin cold does to frail human fingers.