cruise control isn’t always a good idea

Date: 12/13/2017

i’m in a motorhome with my family when i realize with a jolt that no one’s at the wheel- it’s been left on cruise control. i look up and out the windshield to see that we’re heading straight for a large, pink building where the road stops. i start running towards the front but i can’t seem to go fast enough. before i can reach the wheel, the motorhome goes crashing into the building. everyone slams into the floor with the force of the crash. there’s a time skip and then the motorhome is now in the middle of the road instead of smushed against the building. a priest sidles up to the driver’s window, where i’m sitting, and assesses the situation with observation and details from me. another time skip and everyone’s home and safe. i think a birthday party might even be in session. hannah- my cousin whom i have a distaste for- is there. we haven’t been inside more than a minute before hannah’s saying she wants to spend the next two nights here. mildly seething, i go into my room to let out some anger. i pick up a baby doll that resembles my other cousin- myah- and whack its head against my dresser a few times. i feel suitably satisfied after that.