I remember a room all in white, surgical equipment, and machines making noises. As the haze began to lift, I found myself in an operating room. "Am I waking up? Or falling asleep?", I asked myself. No answer. I speak but nothing comes out. I move my lips again, but hear nothing. I try to fix my eyes on something concrete, but can't focus clearly. A coolness comes over my body. I remember the car, my last cigarette......but can't figure out how I got here. I tremble with confusion.
Once the confusion pieces together the fractured pictures in my mind, I remember the sparrows hitting my car, I pull the wheel to the right. Now the car is spinning out of my control. I remember hearing metal against metal, and soon the memory comes back full force-- the car rolls, every roll I counted, knowing that the more rolls I count the less likely I would make it. After the third count, darkness surrounds me.