Waking Up in the Dream

August 16, 2017 at 12:32 pm




It’s the same part of the dream I always wake up in. I just got out of class. I walk down the hall and three flights of stairs with the herd, anxiously pushing through the slow ones, until at last I fling open the double doors and skip down a few more steps to freedom.

The sun warms my air-conditioned skin, my lungs fill with fresh air, the palm trees sway in the breeze, and the birds are singing in my university’s beautifully landscaped gardens.