I fall asleep for a few minutes and I now have a pet alligator. I can't quite figure out if it's an alligator or a crocodile so I just call him Frank the giant lizard. Frank sleeps in the backyard near the old airplane radiators that still let out a faint heat even years after they have been disconnected. Frank likes being by himself most of the time but occasionally he likes a conversation every once in a while. Today he is especially talkative, telling me about how he thinks the sun and moon were once brother and sister.
Now I'm driving my grandpas beat up Ford heading to an unknown destination while the engine screeches and moans. The cab is filled with the smell of fried foods, I don't know why. Judging from the color of the sunlight on my lap, it's three hours past noon, it's been three hours past noon all day now.
The drive is a long one, passing by lots of unidentifiable houses and neighborhoods. My right front tire just went flat but I'm too scared to stop in the middle of nowhere so I keep driving on this flat. As I'm on the road I'm thinking of Frank the giant lizard and wondering if he has enough water and food at home.
The cab is now unbearable with the smell of fried foods, I can't take it anymore, I'm waking up.
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