A Delusion

You know how things go. You see the way people think. You feel their feelings. You can use this innate ability deep within your soul to see everything, the future, the past, intentions, emotions.

You know all answers.

You decide there is only one reason all this is possible.

You must be God.

You walk into the street.

You see the car coming.

You feel the shock of the driver. For a moment you become the driver.

You feel both impacts, your’s as the two tons of Detroit steel runs you over and his, the man behind the wheel as he drives into your one-hundred and sixty pound frame, denting his bumper and ruining his day.

Good news though, you are not God, just a crazy person who was desperately in need of psychiatric care, the bad news is none of that matters anymore, because you are dead.