Every night I dream the same thing, in different variations. There’s always a friend that needs taking somewhere. And it’s usually my friend Polly.
It’s always urgent and I always take her outside and we jump in my parents’ car. (I don’t have my own car.) So we always get to the destination, and Polly gets out, and it’s at this point that I realise I’ve stolen my parents car. So I send them a very apologetic text, whilst driving, and then get worried that a speed camera might have seen me texting while driving. Then I make it all the way home but something goes wrong with the car just as I’m parking. Either I’m unable to park, or the handbrake comes off in my hand, or someone takes the wingmirror off on their way past.
Then I panic, and suddenly there’s a baby in the passenger seat. It’s my baby (I’m 17. I have no children.) The baby won’t stop crying until I pick it up, and then I lock the car doors and just hold it, and stop worrying about what will happen later because I’m holding my baby and that’s all that matters.
