“At first, that didn’t seem significant until I realized where I was — stuck in the dream again. I followed the scent to the diner where I’d first met the guides. The place looked abandoned. All the windows had been broken, and the lights were out. Cobwebs tickled my face and glass shards crunched beneath my feet as I walked through the door. No waitress greeted me. I was about to leave when I saw something move. It was a man with bushy white hair hunched at the counter. He turned over a mug bes...ide him and filled it with steaming coffee from a thermos. “Might as well sit,” he said. “Drink it while it’s hot.” I cupped the mug in my hands. Coffee grounds swirled around the top, but the smell was irresistible. “Got any sugar?” I asked. “Nope,” the man said. “It’s coffee. It’s supposed to taste bitter.” I took a sip, cringing. “Thought you might come back here,” the man said. His face was tan, and wrinkles radiated around the corners of his eyes. I vaguely remembered him from my waking life.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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