Driving down a dark mountain road; I had the windows of my Dodge Ram rolled down, letting in the crisp summer breeze. My long auburn hair was tickling the back of my neck.
Classical music whispered out of the speakers. With the peaceful sound of the river and the soothing lullaby of crickets was almost too calming. Then that sound of seemingly untouched wilderness was replaced by squealing tires and crunching metal.
It ended as quickly as it started. All I remember is a blinding light, and then a tree was sticking out of the hood. Then the world went dark. When I came to I saw that I was no longer in the truck. Instead I lay sprawled on the ground in the middle of a clearing.
I sat and glanced over myself. There was not a scratch on me. Even my yellow sundress was still as wrinkle free as it was when I left my friend’s wedding. However, my body screamed a different story.
I stood and looked around. The road and my truck was nowhere to be seen. All that was familiar was the sound of the river, so I started climbing.
