I woke from a dream or was it a nightmare? I was carrying a strange box and being followed by someone dressed in black. Why was it always someone dressed in black? I did not recognize who it was but I was very nervous. I walked faster until I was at a full run. Desperate not to get caught. I didn’t recognize where I was but I kept running. I ran along some narrow streets changing direction as often as I could in an attempt to evade my follower. There was noise ahead of me as I turned out onto the next street there was a party of sorts happening in a pub that was spilling out onto the street. Perfect.
Entering the pub through the crowd of people who were heavily in party mode already. Following the bathroom signs I made way to the back of the room and down a set of stairs. Immediately without thought, I entered the mens room instead of the ladies just incase they were still following me. I scanned the room and decided on the stall that had a frosted window above it that could be opened for a possible escape. With a quick stride I headed for the stall door passing by the row of sinks and mirrors. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I stopped. Dropping the box that I almost forgotten I had. What was happening? Who was that in the mirror?
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