Chasing a Latte Through a Dream Corridor with Maya

Chasing a Latte Through a Dream Corridor with Maya

I was late for work and rushed out of my apartment, but instead of the usual hallway I found a long, dimly lit corridor that stretched past the kitchen and into the street. At the end, a coffee shop I’d never seen before was open, and the barista was my old college roommate, Maya, who I hadn’t spoken to in years. She smiled, handed me a latte, and said, "You look like you need this." I tried to explain I was supposed to be at the office, but the words got stuck. She laughed, and suddenly the shop morphed into my office lobby, where my boss was waiting. I realized I was still holding the latte, and Maya’s hand brushed mine as we both reached for the same coffee cup. My heart raced, and I felt a weird mix of embarrassment and a warm, familiar pull I hadn’t felt since we were in dorm rooms together. Then the alarm buzzed, and I woke up, still tasting coffee.