Please let me wake up and find that my dream car is not wrecked but instead just as it was when I left the house this morning. I didn’t really hit someone at a stop sign on the way home and mangle my beautiful car. I didn’t really get a ticket on top of it and ruin my perfect driving record.

Now I must go sit in the corner and rock back and forth muttering ‘It didn’t happen’ over and over again while eating my own hair.