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I wake up. A face full of hard rubber. Head pulsing with pain and the sound of a car horn blaring. I can barely move, a tightness in the back of my neck. Sweating heavy, I'm leaning forward, almost bent over double in my seat. And that damn sound, invading my skull. I force myself to move, everything fuzzy.
I lift my head off what I realise is a steering wheel. The blaring sound stops. My face was against the horn.
I see a smashed windscreen in front of me. A smoking bonnet crumpled against a telephone pole. The car is dark-grey. The logo on the steering wheel foreign to me.
I sit up. Feel woozy. I catch a glimpse through the windows. See a vast blue sky. Beneath it, a dirty yellow dustbowl sprinkled with cactus plants and hard, thorny scrub.
I lean back in my seat. Turn one way and
