as if in a dream

the car glides over the road, slashing through puddles and churning water up.

windshield wipers sway back and forth, trying to clear the rain. it’s pointless, new drops fall as quickly as they’re cleared. the world is hazy, blurred to dreamlike quality, narrowed to this bubble.

response to this challenge.

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