Did the chicken actually make it across alive?

On some days when I'm insomnia ridden, I find myself wondering whether that's the day I'd stumble upon my own death. With my focus blurry and mind groggy, I keep thinking of how it's highly possible that I'd get run over by a car when I'm crossing the road. It scares me sometimes how it can seem like an unbelievably difficult task to just double check the traffic before crossing with a tired mind.