Endless Hallway Leads to a Star‑Cruiser Conference Room

Endless Hallway Leads to a Star‑Cruiser Conference Room

I was running late for the morning meeting at the office, but the hallway in the building kept stretching forever. I kept looking for the conference room, but every door I opened was a different view – a sleek star‑cruiser bridge, a bustling market on a spaceport, then back to the dull carpeted office corridor. My coworker Maya, who'd moved to a different department last year, was there wearing a captain's uniform and holding a coffee cup that floated a few inches above her hand. I tried to hand her my USB drive, but it turned into a tiny glowing holo‑tablet that kept slipping through my fingers. When I finally found the right door, I realized I was still in my pajama pants, the rest of the crew in formal suits staring at me. I whispered an apology, felt a wave of embarrassment, then the whole place flickered and I was back in my kitchen, the toaster humming like an engine. I woke up just as the toast popped, heart still racing.