I'm running some letters to the post office on a simple errand. Last to leave the house for the day, of course I forget something, so I turn my car around. But there's a red car in the driveway, a hatchback I've seen before, so I coast by. The junkie ex-husband from Dexter watches the house from the driver's seat, so sneak a couple photos of his license plate. I thought I was being subtle, but as I drive off the red car follows me. I don't like that at all. I drive faster, take a couple turns to get out of his line of sight, and then open up on a straightaway. It seems like I've lost him, so I turn toward the freeway. It's awkward taking my tricycle on the freeway, but I need to get to school and I'm late. The other students in class don't care, but the teacher comments that I've missed twenty minutes of a forty-minute class, and half a test.

It was just a dream, but the places were real. Every time I drive up the road to my house, I look for the red car, and I wonder if he's watching me.