I’m being squeezed to death by an invisible force. The force doesn’t exist. I know this somewhere in my rational mind, but that portion of myself feels long gone. I’m full-on lizard brain at this moment. I can’t breathe, can’t physically fill my lungs. I’m shaking as if I’m cold, but I’m not. I’m burning up. Sweat drips from every surface of my body, and I’m dizzy and nauseous. I could throw up right now, and if he takes one more curve as fast as the last one, I just might. My chest is heavy and painful. There’s a brick taking residence inside of it.
