jelliebeers

It is night time and I’m at my parent’s house.
I ask my mom to take me to get pizza.
We get into our white van and she gets behind the wheel.
I notice that she is driving erratically.
She is driving on the sidewalk and over people’s lawns.
Small children are illuminated by her headlights.
They are frozen with terror as my mother speeds straights towards them.
They are able to get out of the way moments before they are plowed down.
After nearly hitting her 5th pedestrian, I tell me mom to stop the car so I can drive.
“Your driving terrible! What’s wrong with you?”
“Oh, I’ve been drinking…”
She says this in a matter of a fact sort of way.
She looks like a non-anorexic Karen Carpenter.
She has an unmistakable 80’s glow and luscious, dark hair.
“You can’t be driving drunk!  Stop the car! Let me drive!”
She finally stops the car and I get out.
I run behind the van over to the driver’s side door as she speeds away.
The tires screech and the door is hanging open.
I run as fast as I can after the van but I can’t keep up.
Eventually the van crashes into a tree.
Suddenly, I’m back to my parents house.
The whole family is that the dinner table surrounding a meager domino’s pizza.
My mom is also there which confuses me.
I saw the car smash into the tree so it couldn’t be possible.
I try to enjoy the quality family time, but I can’t because I know this dinner isn’t real.
I quietly sob while everyone is passing around the pizza and enjoying dinner.