Floating

I woke up smiling this morning as the last few moments of the final episode of my train of disconnected dreams stayed vivid in my short-term memory. I saw myself standing up from a group of people still in the midst of a random conversation, ranting this: “That’s it, I’m out of here, I can’t continue pretending to be even remotely interested in your brainless banter anymore.”

At least this is more satisfying than the recurring dream of missing the plane.

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