Gan Galen's Transmigration

This isn't a figure of speech. It means exactly what it says.

The cool touch of a keyboard still lingered on his fingertips, and he could almost smell the strange mix of instant coffee and printer toner from the office. But now he was surrounded by a scorching, almost burning wetness, along with a foul stench of earth and rotting plants.

“Damn...” He tried to curse aloud, but his throat felt as if it were stuffed with a lump soaked in