I stand up from my seat, crash down the aisle as the bus squeals to a halt at my stop, and stumble limply off the bus. The warmth emanating from it's exhaust holds me tight as it leaves me. I cross the road into oncoming traffic. My eyes make contact with those of the driver barrelling towards me, challenging him to hit me, knowing he values my life more than I do. Predictably he slows, and I continue across the road, tripping as I misjudge the height of the curb. The car hurtles past and the driver glares at me but I don't notice. I float in my own little world instead. Inside my mind. Abstract. Cerebral. Waiting desparately for something to pull me back to reality.
Maybe next time I'll finally be brought back to Earth.