Waking Dreams (гет)

She never fell. She never lost focus. She never crashed. Not until the drunk driver of a red pickup ran a red light and t-boned her, swerving off the side of a road and into a pole. His corpse hung halfway out of his shattered windshield, belly sliced open with his guts hanging out of his lower abdomen, entrails pooling onto the dash of his car.
She should have been dead, but she wasn’t.