Dread, Dread, Dread - Creative Nonfiction
I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the steering wheel. The quiet inside of the car was so absolute that it was almost tangible, thickening the air inside my lungs. I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, debating between turning on some music to calm myself down, and driving in that stifling silence because if you’re going to drive alone, NO DISTRACTIONS. I took another deep breath, feeling it rattle within me, and slowly began to make sure everything was in place for my journey. Seat, check. Mirrors, check. Address of the brunch place my friends had picked out, check. As I put my car in reverse, a familiar sinking feeling was settling itself in the pit of my stomach.
