We were running on the highway to catch an airplane that was departing soon. Someone wasn’t going to be joining us because they decided that they wanted to sleep in instead. My mother asked me when I “g[o]t so good at waking up” in the mornings. I told her that it was due to a constant state of anxiety. My sister-in-law crossed the road without looking and produced, what she herself described as, a loud “sonorous sound” when she nearly collided with a car around the corner.