In his mind he heard the roar of the fire, the crunch of metal. Almost as if he was still in the car, he could feel the heat and taste the smoke as it filled his lungs. Chest heaving for air, he set up straight in his bed. “What the hell?” Glancing at the clock he realized it was 5 AM. His brain fought through the haze to realize it was Saturday and he was racing tonight. It had been a long time since he’d woken up this early the day of a race. It’d been an even longer time since he’d had a dream like that. Back when he’d first started racing they had come often. There had even been a point where he had been scared to get behind the wheel of a car. As he had proven his ability, especially with himself, he had been able to let go of the dreams. There had even been a time where he thought he would quit. The nightmares seemed so real. Sometimes his skin would even wake up hot, almost like the fire had burned him. Shaking his head to clear it, he got out of bed, needing a cold shower to make him feel like normal again.
