He awoke, slightly cold, in the driver's seat of an orange sedan automobile. Its windscreen had been smashed and tiny chunks of harmless glass were scattered all over him.
He didn't feel hurt; he wasn't dizzy.
The car was badly damaged, but he was sitting quite comfortably behind the wheel.
On either side of the laneway on which the wrecked car sat were thick trees forming forest barriers. A small strip of lush grass formed the border between each treeline and the road.
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