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For some reason, he was seated backwards in his Volkswagen as it rounded the corner. That was odd for several reasons, not the least of hich was the fact he didn't own a VW and not the most of which was his foot was fully pressed upon the clutch and he had to let it go. several things went through his mind simultaneously.

1.) He needed to turn around and face front. There was no way he could drive seated backwards.

2.) When he let up on the clutch, the car was going to shott forward.

3.) There was someone standing in the street (God knew why) and he had to make sure the car didn't hit him.

4.) Why the hell was he driving backwards to begin with? It was a question for the ages, he supposed. A bollox. Why did he get into the car this way and how had he driven this far... well, thus far?

His foot lifted from the clutch and sure enough, he felt the transmission engage, sweeping the car forward. He turned the wheel, away from the man in the road, all the time looking over his shoulder and cursing the fact he was there. And then, he was twisting in his seat, intent on sitting correctly in the seat, realizing too late the car was veering off the road, was going to hit the curb and then a lower - he couldn't stop it and his heart began to race, to pound, the futility of it all, just let it go, just give up...

RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE!

His eye snapped open at the violation of the alarm as it tore, without a care, into his ear, into his head. It was true he'd set it to go off the night before but at that moment, he'd changed his mind. NO, his body shouted but still the screeching continued its intent. His mind stuttered, attempted to recover and was mercilessly bashed to-and-fro.

RAPE! RAPE! RAPE!

He rolled over, one hand lurching from beneath the pillow to still the aural attack.

He blinked and looked at the clock. 4:35 a.m. No sunlight shone in from the outside because it was dark, dark as night.

It was still night time but it was time to get up.

"Fuck.", he said, rolling onto his back, staring at a ceiling he couldn't see, feeling his heart rate slow. He was relieved - happy, actually - that he was not reaklly in a car about to hit a house or a person or whatever, but not so happy he was getting up to join the real world.

Work loomed in his future.

Work.

Yeah., he thought and swung his legs out of bed. He had a train to catch at 6:05.