Over the Limit

She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision.
The white line in the road had doubled and
was blurred.
Was she ill, tired or had someone spiked
her drink?
She had only had the one, she was pretty sure.
The two lines were still there, fading off
narrower in the distance.
They started to distort but she held her gaze.
Was it two or one? She was sure it was two.
That means no overtaking she thought as a car
sped by honking his horn before he disappeared
from sight. Why is he blasting me, she thought.
Then there were flashing lights,
and she was pulled over.
Blow into this a voice said.