The incessant knocking seems to be coming from nearby. Knock knock knock.Shut up, I want to scream but I feel too tired to do so. What should one do to get some sleep ’round here? Knock knock knock, the knocking continues. “Mister, can you hear me?” A voice speaks urgently. Shut the F-up! I shout, mentally censoring myself but only a moan comes out. “Hello, 911, I need an ambulance. There was an accident on Highway 12.”

An accident? What’s he talking about? I’m at home, in my bed, tucked nice and tight, asleep.

*****

“I don’t know what happened, officer,” he says, “one minute I was driving home and the next, I saw this guy swerving the car left and right. I slowed down, of course. Always keep your distance when it comes to drunk drivers, am I right?” He chuckles nervously. “Next thing I knew, he went off the road and plowed right into the tree.”

The officer sighs, “Well, for one thing, he’s not drunk. He’s drowsy and secondly, he’s now in a coma.”

(~175 words)

I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.