Sparrow the Ninth

Sparrow thrashed about in the man's mouth- a phrase she never thought she'd have to say and hoped she'd never have to say again, even mentally. Why couldn't it have been some pretty woman who swallowed them whole? At least Sparrow could die in peace... which was only a slightly better fate- actually, no, she'd rather not die by being swallowed at all. Tyrian's complaints went unheard until he called her name and she swirled into the foam towards him. She tried to dig her heels in, kick a tooth, anything that might make the man choke.

Unfortunately, she didn't have much choice in the matter when the act of swallowing began, causing the coffee to form into a whirlpool rip current that pulled Sparrow just out of reach of her coworker. She tumbled into the back of his throat, only barely managing to grab onto the uvula. This, at the very least, made the man couch and choke, throwing Sparrow clear into the air. As she flew in what seemed like slow motion, milk droplets suspended in the air around her, the coffee shop looked very small, smaller than it did when she was regular sized.

But with every flight, there's a fall. The wooden counter approached her, or rather she fell towards it, and at the last second, she accepted her fate, scrunching her eyes closed and landing with a soft poof.

Wait... Poof?

Slowly, Sparrow opened her eyes, realizing now she was not at all in the coffee shop as her eyes adjusted to the change in lighting.