I have a strange imagination.
When he was driving fast, I illustrated a cliff at the end of the road.
I close my eyes and feel the cliff come closer and closer. Faster, faster.
Soon we would drive off the edge at 100 miles per hour. We'd do flips and 360s while diving to the bottom.
And then, bam. We would hit the ground like a comet from the sky. We lose feeling of everything, and we remember everything we've ever lived to see. Our sight turns to black, and we finally find out what happens after you die.
But we never feel the falling or the crash. We just keep driving, faster and faster to the edge of the cliff. The end of the road. The much anticipated conclusion.
And that is my whole life, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling myself accelerate closer to the edge, wondering what will become of me when I reach the bottom.
I am woken up from my dream/nightmare when he stops the car in front of my house.
