Endless Hallway to Coffee Shop Latte and Tuxedo Office

Endless Hallway to Coffee Shop Latte and Tuxedo Office

I woke up late for work and sprinted down the hallway of my apartment building, but the hallway kept stretching forever. I finally reached the lobby, only to see the front desk replaced by a coffee shop I’d never been to. I ordered a latte, but the barista looked exactly like my old high‑school math teacher, and she kept calling me by my nickname from freshman year. I tried to explain I was late for a meeting, but the words came out as a grocery list. When I finally got to the office, everyone was wearing formal tuxedos while I was still in my pajama pants. My boss smiled and handed me a stack of reports that turned into blank pages the moment I touched them. I felt a wave of panic, then the elevator doors opened onto a rooftop garden where my sister was waiting with a plate of pancakes. She handed me a fork, and I realized I was still holding my phone, which was buzzing with a text I’d never sent. I woke up just as I was about to take a bite.