In the end the feeling of power around me was all I could remember: but as I slide sideways into the path of that blue BMW it all seemed like slow motion.
Braking, too much - in a skid, release, over steer, correcting, gliding as if on ice on a hot sunny day, over correcting.
I'm flung sideways across the car as she hits passenger side first. My arm breaks at the point of impact. Pieces of glass spin gracefully past, perfectly in time like little syncronised swimmers.
My car barrel rolls over the BMW. I am flying through the air, just like I always dreamt I could. I feel like my breath is being held for me, but it's the steering wheel in my chest. The sky turns dark then light then dark again. There are more sycronised swimmers spinning around before me, some are blood red, but they are all so pretty.
The force that held me lets me go, my eyes fill with blood, sound is muffled, the dream slips past me and in time I hear hissing and tearing metal.
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