I laugh because I smell like oil and fumes and vinegar, I don't know if I can get up but I seem to slide off so easily I touch my face, my hair is weirdly cut on one side. My left arm hurts like a bitch, but I'm right-handed so it's ok. I get up too fast, I'm in between an old Mustang and an old Chevrolet I've always preferred a Toyota...and I laugh at this inane conversation because it's all upside down...I smell like they smell I and I don't know what happened, but I have to leave because I must find my son. The air is wrong and it's so dark, and I'm alone and I don't have many clothes on I'll have to find some...I trip along the way on someone and I take a big man's shirt thank heavens it covers most of me whatever me is, right now, I go slow and I'm ready to leave i have to find my son, I will find my son hopefully not among this wreck, but before I go, I hear my older brother he is somewhere to the left before it ends...He tells me not to go, I say I have to find my son, and I go out in the rain but before, my welcoming mouth opens up for the fresh water he grabs my arm , no it's not rain, it's not water, here drink this it's water,so I take a big sip, like a desperate nomad and spit it out, I yell at him, tell him this is vinegar, he laughs still better for you than what's falling, I say I don't care. I have to find my son. 'You go where your son may be you'll be shot on sight' It takes me a while to leave the gray an enter fresh air, I sneak around not to be seen but oh the air smell good and I wished it rained so I could get that foul tasting mix in my mouth. I walk,hide,walk,hide,and I find him he is so elegant and sells men's clothing and he sees me and hugs and I say no don't touch me, I love you mom, they'll shoot you, I say looking around for any gun that could hurt my son, he assures they won't shoot you...is anyone else alive here. He says my God-daughter and praise whoever I need to praise for this because my sister if she is alive would be desperate to find her. Oh she she would go through all the hell around to find her, but no one has seen her, I ask again he says she's just fine but don't go see her they will shoot you there, ok my younger brother, my sister? He shakes his head, not here. I tell him my older brother is on the bad side with me, but I don't think he's quite right anymore...I want to stay but I know I must leave, my son says I'll protect you and I say know no, I'm not chancing it...so I leave making my way back hiding behind all that glory and wishing like hell that my sister is not in some hole desperately seeking her daughter. I wake up, touch my cats, take a deep breath..don't let it happen please God, please see all my nightmares come true.