Malibu was awakened by a hot light on her face. Her eyes popped open, burned, and she blinked them shut again.
“Pull the light back,” a woman’s voice said. Although it had a soothing quality, it was a bit startling because Malibu’s ears hadn’t been engaged in such a long time. “Hand me the robe,” the woman said.
Malibu’s eyes opened again, more tentatively than before. Moments earlier, she had been ensconced in a surrealistic dream where she had been turned into a commuter car and was being chased through the hilly streets of San Francisco. As the dream unfolded, she steered herself so she was following the chase route from the movie Bullet, which is the best chase scene of all time. Even as she slowly slipped into the real world, her mind lingered in its dreamlike state, unwilling to le
