Fight or flight?

"He stared at you all night,
And you smiled at him."

"Drew's my colleague, Robert."

"Get in the damned car!"

"No, you're drunk.
Let me drive."

"Hell no!"

Fight him.
Take the keys.

I can't move.
Robert shoves me
Into the passenger seat.

"Stay there, Riva,
Or so help me God,
I'll fire the bastard
on Christmas Day!"

In real life, I obey.

But this is my dream,
And I'm in control.

I jump out of the car
And kick him
In the balls.

He drops
To the ground
With a pained cry.

Grabbing the key,
I jab it into the ignition.

"Go to hell!
This is my life now."