Literature
Adieu, perchance a dream || The bus || Short story
I had a dream
It was a dream that I could wake up from, but also couldn’t
I could move, and yet I remained still
I was on a bus I was familiar with, and yet I wasn’t
With people I knew, but also didn’t
They looked at me as if I wasn’t supposed to be there, and yet was
“Who are you?” “Where am I?” “Who am I?” I asked aloud, and they heard
I knew who I was, but somehow couldn’t quite remember
I knew where I was, but I also didn’t
“Where are we going?” I felt like I already knew where the bus was taking us, but the memory was vague
The bus felt like it