You jolt awake in a frenzy, heart pumping, and glance at the clock. Shit, you're already running late for work. Just what you need another shitty day. You consider going back to sleep but drag yourself up and get dressed. Then you head towards the door where you see your bag hanging by the door. Only that doesn't make any sense. You look at the kitchen table and see your laptop sitting there. What the fuck? Was everything about yesterday just a dream? That's when you realize you're definitely going to be later now. You pack your laptop and head out the door. You hurry down the busy street. There are kids playing tag. A young girl hanging up a lost dog poster. A couple taking selfies in front of a brick wall. You keep pushing on. A man in a red baseball cap hurries by, head down. A businesswoman talks too loudly on her phone. A person in a long green jacket stumbles into you, when you turn to see what happened you feel a tug on your shoulder. You turn back to see a teen in a beanie and jean jacket running away at full speed. They have your bag. This can not be fucking happening again!
