Night Terrors

When sleep finally managed to take me captive last night, I sat in the driver's seat of an old Jeep, trying to find my way back to you. The snow piled up on my windshield, and no matter how hard they tried, the wipers couldn't brush it away. The wheel locked and I spun out of control, blinding lights flashing across my closed eyelids.

A snow drift. A ditch. My head lay open upon the steering wheel. Hands desperately trying to reach the door. Another car. A swift end.

But when I woke up, I couldn't move, and I stared at my wall in terror until the morning sun shone through my closed window.