I don't remember even going to sleep; I thought to myself, come to think of it, I don't remember even coming home. I closed my eyes tight and tired to rack my brain. Come on, where was I last? Something clicked, and then I was there. It was like watching a movie, I could feel the wind, the bike handle bars, and I could even feel my heart beating.
I watched as I waved goodbye, to my friends as they got into the car. They shouted something to me, but I couldn't understand. I turned back around, and started moving on my bike. The sunshine blaring in my eyes. I squinted, trying to see in front of me. Someone yelled watch out, and a dog came running towards me. I felt the bike bump, as it turned off the curb. I heard barking, as I fell onto the cement. I looked up, hearing a car horn.
I opened my eyes. No, I can't be dead. I looked around suddenly noticing crew members cleaning the street. I'm here; I can feel the wind, I'm breathing. I took a deep breath. I must be dreaming, I have to be dreaming. A feeling sank in me, realization of what happened. I felt the need to cry.