8:00 a.m.
Eyes open. I pull myself up off the hallway floor.
To my surprise, I find myself standing in front of my apartment door. I'm quite certain that I must be dreaming at this point.
When I go to open up my door, it is locked. Alright, if I can just wake up from this dream now everything will be great. I look down at my feet and once again to my surprise, I find out that I'm currently not wearing any shoes. At this point it is alarmingly evident that I am not dreaming.
Questions start to pile up in the back of my mind and I realize that this puzzle is not going to solve itself.
I decided I would need to retrace my steps.
Took the elevator down to the first floor. Ding. Walked through the door in my socks with some really classy swagger. Not a single person in sight. A recycling bin used to discard mail laid silently in the corner. My head felt like it had been smashed by a hammer repeatedly but something was telling me to go take a look in ole blue. Turned out to be a treasure chest.
I was somewhere in between discovering reality and realizing that I had just recovered my shoes from a recycling bin when shit hit the fan. A loud roar echoed throughout the entire city. The ground opened up and swallowed my entire apartment building. Myself though, I had different plans.
If I hadn't run at break neck speeds and jumped through the front entrance at the last second, I wouldn't have been able to cling on to the side of the quake wall and miraculously climb my way out. Let me tell ya though, I watched a lot of things fall in to no mans land. When I arose at the top I realized I had a lot more to worry about then what I had gotten up to the night before. Regardless, I had just made mother nature my bitch and wrote the book on what freedom feels like.
The End.
Eyes open. I pull myself up off the hallway floor.
To my surprise, I find myself standing in front of my apartment door. I'm quite certain that I must be dreaming at this point.
When I go to open up my door, it is locked. Alright, if I can just wake up from this dream now everything will be great. I look down at my feet and once again to my surprise, I find out that I'm currently not wearing any shoes. At this point it is alarmingly evident that I am not dreaming.
Questions start to pile up in the back of my mind and I realize that this puzzle is not going to solve itself.
I decided I would need to retrace my steps.
Took the elevator down to the first floor. Ding. Walked through the door in my socks with some really classy swagger. Not a single person in sight. A recycling bin used to discard mail laid silently in the corner. My head felt like it had been smashed by a hammer repeatedly but something was telling me to go take a look in ole blue. Turned out to be a treasure chest.
I was somewhere in between discovering reality and realizing that I had just recovered my shoes from a recycling bin when shit hit the fan. A loud roar echoed throughout the entire city. The ground opened up and swallowed my entire apartment building. Myself though, I had different plans.
If I hadn't run at break neck speeds and jumped through the front entrance at the last second, I wouldn't have been able to cling on to the side of the quake wall and miraculously climb my way out. Let me tell ya though, I watched a lot of things fall in to no mans land. When I arose at the top I realized I had a lot more to worry about then what I had gotten up to the night before. Regardless, I had just made mother nature my bitch and wrote the book on what freedom feels like.
The End.
-Nick
