Got this idea for a story that will never be written, a person who likes velocity, speed demon I guess. Everyone who ever hit the road knows them, they ride your ass, they're going somewhere fast and you...you're in the way. A hundred is too slow sometimes. Yet-
She lost control, crashes. Survived IRL, yet in a coma, she awakes to a different reality after they put her on life support. The city of Sleep, wherein people are locked in a realm between life and death dwell and await their fates. Always night, the sun gone away, it rains confetti and the skyscrapers are lit, yet so much silence. Worse, she transforms into an anthropomorphic animal version of herself, manifests an inner nature. She meets a suicidal fox obsessed with knives, a raccoon on a quest for shiny things, a thug of a wolf with a lot of scars and an eyepatch. All three want an audience with the Mayor, an elusive presence who wears a plastic mask and appears from time to time as an immense hologram to announce policies and special events. He is the self proclaimed 'Lord of the Comatose', Sultan of Sleep, an enigmatic figure of keen and sinister interest. He might even hold the key to the entire mystery.
It won't happen though, will it Vic? You're just a drunk. You could never write a story like that.