4:30 AM,
heading home.
Cars were the only things awake.
My eyelids were heavy, being weighed down by a long night of no sleep.
Curling up to the warm hug of my heated seat.
The music seeping through the speakers wasn’t enough
to keep me awake.
I was as tired as a newborn baby.
I closed my eyes,
opening them a few minutes later, to see where we were
To my surprise, the car was driving itself
drifting diagonally to the other side of the road.
Almost on the opposite side.
“EMMA!” I screamed softly
with panic in my voice...

She was asleep.
Panic swirled around my stomach.
Before I knew it we slid up a dirty white snow bank.
I could hear loud scraping,
it sounded like skis going over a patch of ice.
The bumper of the pearl white Buick Lacrosse was ripped off.
We were mice, silent.
Hearts racing.
Pausing for a minute,
trying to catch our breath.
I saw flashing lights and heard loud sirens,
it was the police.