All the things that happened. The girl he just met, the woman she became, all of their children. How could all of this have happened in a night? It was impossible. But then, he woke up. And everything was the same as he left it, but wasn't. It wasn't the world he left. Rather, it wasn't the one he wanted to return to.
But the sun was out, and he was late for work. And he needed to do his laundry this month. So many things to do, so many debts to pay. No place for dreams. But maybe tonight.
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made during a commute
in the metro red line.
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