A French Bulldog From the Start, and I Became County Magistrate of the Year

"BEEEEEP!" A piercing horn shattered the city's twilight. The last thing I saw was the front of a red semi-truck, its gaping maw filling my entire world. Then came endless whiteness. My body felt weightless, like a leaf torn apart by a gale. "The nine-to-nine, six days a week... It's finally... over..." I thought hazily as my consciousness sank into darkness. Birds chirped. Not an alarm clock, nor a notification from my phone. Real, clear birdsong, one note following another like spring water dripping onto blue stone. I opened my eyes and saw the sky. Blue. A shade I had never seen in the city