Dream

It was a day like any other day. He woke up shut the annoying thing called an alarm off and got out of bed. James went through his normal routine on taking a shower followed by a huge cup of coffee. James hated that stupid incoherent job sitting there all day attempting to look busy not knowing what he was actually suppose to be doing with his life. Yet, every morning just like the one previous he would sacrifice his happiness and head to work. He always was sore in the morning no matter how comfortably he slept. For him he would always be sore, a soreness that would never go away. James would get into that ratty old car that would barely run half the time, and start his long drive. Of course the drive on any other day would be short however that one stupid thing that everyone goes through in their life, the annoying sounds of engines sitting idling on the road, horns blasting, and the every now and then car with music blaring through its closed windows. James knew it was coming it was only a matter of time before his road rage would take the best of him. The last stop light before the highway like any other 4 way intersection, everything looked normal. Finally after what feels like hours the light changes to green, all the sudden BAM!, the morning soreness is back again, only worse, he can’t move let alone think straight. “Where am I, I can’t see” James said not realizing what had happened. It brings back old memories of when he was younger, it was an ordinary day much like today, besides he is with his mother, In her old Honda, that day has haunted his dreams ever since. The last chance to see his mother. “Could this be happening again, did I get into an accident? Why can’t I see anything, or hear anything. I must be dreaming.