A Turn for the Worst

It’s late. I can barely see a thing. All this snow, why must there be so much snow? How can she see? Mommy, driving our van How does she know where to go? I can only see the tiny specks, tiny, white, glistening specks hitting the windshield. She yells, my mommy, and slams on the brakes. My body flies forward, uncontrollably. What is happening? Then I see the semi, speeding towards us, in our lane. Why is he in our lane? The tires squeal as they slide on the ice. Neither van nor semi can stop in time, we are going to collide. I know my death is imminent but as a four-year-old I can only make one thought Why was he in our lane? “Grab ahold of something” Mommy panics and frantically jerks the wheel to the right. The van flies into the ditch. Glass shatters. Tiny shards fly towards me and embed themselves in my face. I feel strange. hot red liquid runs down my cheek What could it be? A strange man is talking to me What did he say? I stumble out of the van and the man catches me before I face-plant Am I alive? or am I in heaven? What is happening? I find Mommy she’s crying, Why is she sad? Again I feel the liquid this time on my hand. I black out. I awake in my bed bundled up in a mountain of blankets I roll over and hit my hand on something My mommy. Snuggling into her arms I drift into a deep sleep.