Stephen King "Riding the Bullet"

Just like that
I wish that it had been a dream
It had all the sharp edges of reality
to be in on smth
all along
my only hope/chance
the sensation was distant, news from another country
time is wasting
a perfectly ordinary fellow: not old, not dead
she'll most likely be fine
it makes perfect sence
time would dull the memory
time would blunt the edges and round the corners