This is all very strange. It’s surreal and I know I must be dreaming but I’m drawn to keep watching. I can’t rouse myself.
Looking around, I see all the people I know: Mum and Dad, Margaret and Jeffrey, Michael, Alesha and Jenny are all there. Lots of people from my office, too; my boss Stuart Ronson, Dwight, Chrissie and many more, friends from school and university, distant family all standing in a circle around me. All are smiling; they’re cheering and applauding.
It makes me happy seeing them, but gradually their features become blurred. They’re moving, further away, unclear, fading as they disappear into the distance.
I’m now standing in the room I saw earlier, the one with the large bed and the smell of stale coffee. The room feels cavernous. I don’t feel comfortable. Who am I? I
