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1ST PERSON’S POV:
Everything was dark, with little vibrations from time to time. My face seems to hit something, and it irks me. The world seems to revolve a little faster today. I can feel swirls in my mind. I can actually feel my brain!
“Slow down… the car…” I drawled. Bile is always waiting at my throat whenever I ride cars, especially cars with air deodorizer trees. The yellow tree nauseates me the worst.
“I said slow—” I gagged when I tried speaking again. I slowly opened my eyes to see fur. Why is the car hairy?! Why can I see the road? Is my head outside the window?!
I jolted my head upward to see where I was, but that was a big mistake. It made everything violently spin around, making me gag. This time, I felt the acidic liquid reach my tongue.
“Oh, HELL NO!” a deep voice boomed, and the nauseating motion came to an abrupt stop. Everything was slow to register in my hazy mind. The next thing I saw was the sky.
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