For some reason, i haven’t gone to bed yet. It is currently 6:04am.  And i am wide awake.

With this whole ‘not being able to sleep’ thing, combined with the recent request for a phone charger made by one of my coworkers, who works today from 430am to 915am, I decided i should just get out of the house, drive over to work and drop it off for him.  So drive off i did.

Approximately 45 seconds into my drive, I look to my left and see a man in a dark coat walking south on the sidewalk. Then I glance to my right and see a woman in a dark coat standing still at the corner.

Then I hit something. (Or, according to my immediate reaction, someone.)

I quickly glance in my rearview mirror and see what I think to be a pair of legs (animal? human?) flopping on the ground.  I consider turning around to assess the damage, but even more hastily decide against it because I’m afraid it might be a toddler, or the really messy remains of a dog or possum. If it was a cat, I would have run over it again.

I sped off to Starbucks, dropped off the charger and then started driving back home.

As I approached Ground Zero, the butterflies turned into bats which turned into pelicans which turned into helicopters.  What if it WAS a human? An infant crawling around the big OC, like in Baby’s Day Out, except in this version, the baby gets run over by a 1991 Honda Accord.  What if I get arrested? Will I survive in prison?  What will happen to my family?

Finally I came to the spot.

And nothing was there.