I hold my breath and count. One, two, three. I slowly accelerate, pushing my heel down as far as I can on the pedal until I hear the familiar rev of my little 4 cylinder engine. I stare at my target and wonder if it will hurt. I wonder if it will be over soon and what an airbag feels like. Four, Five, Six. I am getting closer and the white truck clouds my vision. My heart is beating through my chest, I try to breathe but there is no air. I am within feet now and I think to myself. "Is this it? Is this how its going to go down?"
I hear the sound of a horn from somewhere behind me and by sheer instinct I slam on the brakes. My car shakes and protests for a few seconds by finally relents, and I have been saved again.
I come home, take a shot of vodka and a sedative and I have touched back to reality and some much needed sleep.
I hear the sound of a horn from somewhere behind me and by sheer instinct I slam on the brakes. My car shakes and protests for a few seconds by finally relents, and I have been saved again.
I come home, take a shot of vodka and a sedative and I have touched back to reality and some much needed sleep.