Kris Schaus Narrative/Descriptive Essay The Double Nightmare There I was, driving southbound on Hoover Rd. in the brown 1974 Ford Grand Torrio Elite my parents had bought me for my last birthday. I had only had this gigantic, steel car for about ten months. I was in love with every inch of the car, from its tan mint condition interior to its flawless, dark brown, glossy body. Usually when I would drive it would seem …showed first 75 words of 447 total…

…showed last 75 words of 447 total…so long? It’s 7:25. You know were gonna’ be late right?” he lectured. “I overslept and just had the worst dream ever!”, I explained. We conversed on the way to school about the weekend that had just passed. Knowing we were going to be late I put the pedal to the metal and simultaneously remembered the events in my dream. Needless to say I drove the speed limit down the long stretch of Hoover Rd.