I thought I knew.
I thought i knew where i was going.
I thought I knew where I was going when the phone rang.
It buzzed at my hip.
It buzzed at my hip as the caller called.
It buzzed at my hip as the caller called, but i had no clue who it was.
Who was it?
Who would call?
Who would call as I drove my car?
Who would call as I drove my car and wanted nothing to do with anyone.
It was best if I ignored it.
Best if I just turned it off.
Better still if I answered it and told them where to go.
But as I drove my car, with my phone buzzing at my hip, and just when I thought i knew where I was going...
I realized that I wasn't even awake.
I realized that I wasn't even awake and haven't been for 8 years.
I realized that I'd been alseep that I'd been driving my car answering my buzzing phone with the Semi-Truck hit my car.
I realized then, that a coma is a deep dark place!
My eyes opened.
My eyes opened and I sat up!
My eyes opened and I sat up and I thought!
"I could really use a Big Mac, right about now!"
My mother cried.
My mother cried as I woke up!
My mother cried as I woke up and craved a Big Mac.
8 Years was a long time to go without fricken McDonalds!