He was driving a newly-painted Corvette one night. Though still half drunk, he steps on the pedal to go for a ride in a nearly barren and deserted freeway. Driving was his way to forget personal problems, not to mention his ‘occasional‘ drinking. With steering wheel in hand, he thinks he is in full control of his life, the same way he maneuvers his car. But this time, too many questions and doubts were clouding on his mind.
Too preoccupied with his current dilemmas, he forgets to pay attention on the road. To his surprise, he reaches a road block. He tries to swerve, but it was not enough to save him from slaughter. He tried to step on the brakes, but it was too late. The car was going straight to the steel concrete. Now, what was supposed to be a joyride for him will soon turn out to be a matter of life and death situation. Viewing it from the third person perspective, nothing can be done to stop the collision. It was simply inevitable.
Then, a loud crash was heard.
His eyes were still wide-open that time. He could even stand on his own. It’s quite surprising, since with such a strong impact, no one would be able to stay in his conscious state if not survive the crash. People nearby rushed in to check him up. He seemed well, but a few moments later, everything around him turns pitch black. Just before that, the last thing he saw were flashing lights of red and blue. He didn’t even bother to check how his car looked like.
Soon enough, he regains consciousness. As his eyelids flip open, a swift blur of images passed through his mind; his Corvette, the freeway, the shattered pieces of glass, the droplets of blood in his hand. Then, he sees a bright light was pointed through him, and people dressed in white surrounded him in no time. Next thing he knew, he was on a hospital. Major operations were to be performed on him, similar to that of Jaime in Bionic Woman. He had no choice, for his life solely depends on it. He agrees, not knowing the consequences of his doings. The doctors deal with him.
But just when the syringe containing a shot of anesthesia was injected for the liquid to run through his bloodstream, he wakes up. Gasping for air, he tries to stand up and get back to reality. Everything, the nurses, the blood, the patients, everything was all gone. As he blinks his eyes, he sees his unorganized room, with the warm atmosphere trapped inside. A can of root beer was waiting for him at the refrigerator, anticipating a craving lip to land on its surface. But, he decides not to open it and let the thirst pass him by.
He lies down on his bed, realizing the very fact that he was lucky – for everything was just a dream.