Endless Hallway Leads to Wedding Dress Meeting

Endless Hallway Leads to Wedding Dress Meeting

I woke up late for work and rushed out of the apartment, but the hallway in my building kept stretching forever. I could hear the elevator ding every few seconds, yet it never arrived. When I finally reached the lobby, the front desk was empty and a stranger—who looked like my old high‑school math teacher and my sister at the same time—handed me a keycard that said 'Meeting Room 3B'. I tried to find the conference room, but the office floor was a mash‑up of my old workplace and the grocery store down the street. The aisles were labeled with project names, and the checkout line was a line of coworkers waiting to present their quarterly reports. I realized I was wearing a wedding dress instead of my usual suit, and everyone stared as I tried to explain I was late because I couldn't find the right door. Just as I opened the wrong door, the lights flickered and the whole scene melted into the sound of a train pulling into the station I take every morning—only the platform was empty.