Juxtaposition

Leaning into the turn I slingshot out in a spray of dirt as I crank the gas on my dirt bike. 'Beep, beep'. The jump is 50 feet ahead of me. The anticipation of a false flight pumps me up, the wind whipping my hurriedly tied shoelaces against the frame of the metallic beast. 'Beep, beep'. 20 feet and closing, I near the apex of the ramp; I give it a final tug that launches me high into the air. 'Beep, Beep'!
'Beep, Beep'!
<Tab/>I wake up startled as my hand flies like a tomahawk towards the alarm clock, striking random buttons until the noise ceases. I squint towards the coo…