My body shot forward, with a surge of panic I frantically looked around. This is my room. I’m sitting up in my bed, my nervous hands clenching the covers so hard my knuckles are turning white. As the adrenaline gradually leaves my body I realize I've been sweating and breathing heavily. Inhaling a few deep, ragged breaths I try to recall what happened. I had just woken up from what must have been an unpleasant dream, considering my current state. I pinch the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb, in hope of relieving the pressure from an oncoming migraine. Glancing at the alarm clock on the dresser near my bed, I notice it reads 7:28. I utter a groan; I still have plenty of time before work. That stupid nightmare, waking me up so damn early in the morning. My thoughts returning to the subject of my rude awakening, I realize that I don’t remember what it was about. Not even a little snippet of it. Oh well, I don’t think I want to remember. Pushing the covers aside I shimmy off the bed and shuffle toward the bathroom. No use in trying to sleep again, especially because I don’t want to wake up from another horrible dream.
After freshening up I head into the kitchen. I set the coffee pot to brew while making a bowl of cereal. Bowl in hand I enter the living room and plop down on the sofa, making sure not to slosh the contents of the bowl around too much. I grab the remote off the table in front of me and turn on the T.V. I’m greeted by a reporter covering a story on an automobile collision. Quickly losing interest I peruse a magazine I had lying next to me on the couch. A short while later the scent of coffee wafts in from the kitchen. Disregarding the magazine, I set my bowl on the table and go into the kitchen. Returning with a warm mug of steaming coffee in my hands, I take my seat back on the couch. Waiting for my coffee to cool I look at the T.V. to find the reporter still discussing about the car accident. I continued to watch, even as they showed footage of the wrecked vehicles and horribly mangled bodies. That seemed kind of odd to me, since they usually don’t display gruesome details like that. Shrugging it off, I grab the remote and flip through the channels, sipping on my coffee.
A few hours of watching bad soaps and some cartoons, I finally turned off the T.V. and went back to my room to get ready for work. Getting into my car I turn the keys to start it, but it just sputtered angrily at me. This car can be so stubborn sometimes, but it runs and gets me where I need to be. After a third turn of the key the car makes a cacophony of noise, coming to life. “That’s my girl.” I pat the dashboard affectionately before pulling out of the drive and down the street. My drive went smoothly until some idiot decided to suddenly swerve in front of me as I got on the highway. Brushing off my annoyance at the ‘idiot’, I move over to the middle lane in order to get away from them. Right then a semi-truck sped past me on the inner lane, blaring its horns at me. “Well up yours asshole!” I shout out even though they wouldn't be able to hear me. The nerve of these people. The truck is pulling a flatbed carrying some construction vehicles. The yellow and black color reminds me of the ones I had seen earlier today on the news. Fuming I watch as the ‘idiot driver’ rushes over into the lane in front of me. It seemed they had miscalculated their speed, for as we neared a bend in the road they swerved into the passing lane, and all hell broke loose.
The semi blared its horn in vain as it tried to stop, the tires creating an eardrum bursting shriek. It slammed into the smaller car, glass shattering and metal crunching, completely demolishing it. The impact jostled the chains holding the construction vehicles and I saw one swing loose. The chain whipped about wildly before getting caught in the truck’s wheels. I watched as the truck bed keeled over and the loose construction vehicle rolled tumultuously my way. Thanks to adrenaline it felt like everything that had happened was in slow motion. I gripped my steering wheel tightly with sweaty palms as I led my foot to the brake. I knew I wasn't going to stop the car in time as the other vehicle was close to colliding with me. As I prepared for the impact – I jolted straight up panting heavily. I survey my surroundings in alarm. This is my room. I glance down at my hands to find them clenching the covers, my knuckles turning white. Once the rush of adrenaline quieted I can feel my hair matted down by sweat. Taking in deep, calming breaths I try to recollect what happened. I figured that I had just awakened from a nightmare; I can’t seem to remember it. Taking my forefinger and thumb I pinch the bridge of my nose to prevent an oncoming migraine. Glimpsing my alarm clock I see the time reads 7:28. I expel a groan; I still have plenty of time before work.