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| - There is a man lying upon a bed, within a room, within a house. He is sleeping. Over time he rolls from side to side, as if he were dreaming. Muttering, moving, almost talking. He starts to snore after awhile. Then instantly he awakes, so fast the movement can't be seen, he is sitting on the side of the bed. His eyes dart around the room, taking in details. He doesn't recognize where he is at first, then suddenly, it becomes familiar. He eases off the bed. * * * * * * * * * "Another day at the office, eh Bob?" he asks, as the elevator doors close. "Nah. I'll be all right." The man said. "You sure?"
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| - There is a man lying upon a bed, within a room, within a house. He is sleeping. Over time he rolls from side to side, as if he were dreaming. Muttering, moving, almost talking. He starts to snore after awhile. Then instantly he awakes, so fast the movement can't be seen, he is sitting on the side of the bed. His eyes dart around the room, taking in details. There are no paintings, the room is quite plain. The walls are white. The bed is also white. The bed is on the wall opposite the door leading into the hall, the foot of the bed is pointing towards that door. There is another door to the right of the first, it leads into a bathroom. He doesn't recognize where he is at first, then suddenly, it becomes familiar. He eases off the bed. * * * * * * * * * After taking a shower and saying hello to his wife and son, he goes outside and starts his car. He says hello to David Nikon, his next door neighbor. Several minutes later he drives into a parking complex, next to the entrance is a big sign reading "R. C. Harris Filtration Plant". His car stopped in a parking spot, the door opened, he got out and walked towards an elevator. Halfway another man joins him, they exchange greetings, the man's name is Bob, they go into the elevator together. "Another day at the office, eh Bob?" he asks, as the elevator doors close. Twelve Hours and forty-five minutes later and the man steps out of the doors once more. He walked back to his car, saying goodbye to Bob halfway there. Then he drove home. Parking his car and turning it off. When he walked back inside he found the house empty and the lights off. Going into the kitchen he tossed his keys upon the table and picked up a note lying next to some frozen food. He sighed heavily. Put the note back down. Picked up the frozen food and his keys, went outside. He dumped the food in the trash can before getting back in his car. It was several minutes before he arrived at a certain bar. He then spent several hours drinking and talking with strangers. Then he announced that he was going home. "Let me call you a cab" the bartender said as he picked up the phone. "Nah. I'll be all right." The man said. "You sure?" "Yeah, yeah." the main stood up and started to walk towards the door. "All right then..." The man stopped at the door. "Maybe you should call that cab; I'm not feelin' so good." the man almost looked as though he were going to fall over. Then he did. But someone caught him and helped him into a seat. Probably one of those people he'd been talking to, but he couldn't tell right now. Soon enough; he was in the cab, on his way home.
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