The First

When will this end? This can't be real. It can't be. This is just too perfect. Every bloody morning, the same smiles, the same sun, the same work. Something was definitely going on, I could see it in people's faces, they were confused, just like me. They knew that the world was changing, getting better all the time.
I was late, again. Arriving at my desk I slammed my case down on my desk, my cubicle locking me in, surrounding me. It was different to the rest of the city, it was dark, forbidding. A few minutes later I found myself looking out of the window, bored, while my boss told me that, 'if I was late again, I would be in trouble.'. Why did I really doubt that. This was a perfect world, well, I was sure I was dreaming, but how long can a dream last? A few months, years? I was so desperate to just, be shouted at, to wake up and the weather being.not sunny. I was sure that soon I would wake up.from this place. I'm not sure what film I was watching before I fell asleep, but it must have been really cheesy, to cause this. I just wanted to wake up.