Oneiric

Oneiric Story Art

After dreaming of living as a millionaire playboy, I wake up on a lumpy futon in a crummy apartment, alone.

Half-asleep, I nod off only to reawaken cold and weary in an alley on skid row. I’m still tired, but refuse to sleep, afraid of where I’d wake up next.

The End



Originally published by:
FiftyWordStories.com
Feb. 13, 2017

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