A city

I touch the walls.

I touch the old, dusty, cracked brick wall that was about to collapse violently, and realised my inescapable fate… DEATH

I taste my pizza.

I taste my tasteless pizza, forgetting I was about 4000 kilometres above sea level, thinking why it was tasteless.

I see my house getting smashed.

I see my Metalic house, on the floor, getting smashed by an extremely terrifying bulldozer.

I smell… bird poop.

I smell the disgusting bird poop, that gave off a vomit like odour, which makes me want to faint.

I hear the bird that pooped on me chirping.

I hear the nasty bird, that pooped on me a second ago, chirping joyfully as it successfully pulled a prank on me.

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