[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

There was a crisp breeze as I raced down 12th. Street lamps streaked by, trees and houses were a blur. My reflection grew in the window -- I was close. 
 My body became tense. I heard a loud crack and saw tiny shards of glass spew outward like fireworks. I felt something soft, something dense, then a comforting warmth. 
 I fell to the floor spattering bits of sludge as my mangled body clinked to a halt. Crystals showered down like the morning's mist. 
 A sense of joy came over me. 
 *What a rush. * 
 My life was over, but my purpose had been fulfilled. Thanks for the ride, sniper, it was a hell of a shot.
