You stare blankly out the passenger side window, the world drifting bye in a blur. Without thought your hand drifted up to rest under your chin, as your head began to rest on your arm ( Wich was sitting on the arm rest.) You came to a sudden stop, the driver cursing under his breath at the so called "dumbass" Infront of us. You roll your eyes at his vocabulary, not what your prefer, but it has it's moments. The car began to pick up it's pace, starting out as a slow roll, untill it picked up to a nice cruise. You go back to your task, starting out the window until journeys end. The veiw was nothing big, nothing particularly interesting, but it eased the mind, left you feeling refreshed. You were in a big city after all, the only thing to look at were the office buildings and the people who go through their rutine day in and out. A smile seemed to cross your face as you watched them, thinking about you in that situation, yes, you would be doing the same thing every day, but you would be happy doing it. At last one thing caught your eye, a simple street preformer on the curb, showing the passerbys simple magic. Nothing but card tricks, it put a song in your heart.
But the street preformer was swallowed by distance and people as he drifted away. Your eyes are still stuck to the spot, now just watching as people walked. Content with what you saw you looked forward, hands in lap. You caught just a glimpse, the light infront of you flashed to a red, but the driver kept going, your arms slammed against the side of the car, the world moving slowly. You turned your head to see what your fate was, a red Dodge truck speeding at you head on. But it's not his fault, it's the driver, the one next to you, your murderer.
In a flashed in happened, it hit you (quite literally,) glass broke, your head cocked to one side, your neck snapping, head slamming into cold meatal.
Goodnight.
