I felt the last couple of posts were missing out because they've just been text, so enjoy a nice video of John Lennon, and it ties in with the dream theme (anyone would think I was just throwing this together). Today's 200 words inspiration just sort of came out of the blue, and I wrote most of it on my lunch break. Most difficult bit was the last few lines.
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The alarm has woken her, but half an hour later than it was meant to. The shower ran cold half way through, just after adding conditioner, the gas meter must have run out. It took two goes to leave the flat, a quick return trip to pick up an umbrella to protect against the down pour.
Just enough time to grab a coffee at the train station, she was getting the train after her usual one and it was busy. No seats left, and a man fighting to get his case into the over head rack knocked her arm and spilt coffee sow her shirt.
Arrived in the office late for a meeting, coffee stained and soaked after the umbrella has turned itself inside out the second she put it up. The report she'd spent a week working on back on her desk, red pen all over it. Returning to a cold, quiet flat at the end of the day that never improved.
“Gilraen, wake, you're having a bad dream.”
She opened her eyes and found herself in a softly lit room, music was drifting in through an open window. A handsome man was lying next to her, slightly pointed ears visible through his tousled hair.
“Yes, a very bad dream.”
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