The Best Dreams happen When You Are Awake — A Short Story
Once in a while, I indulge in writing a short story to pull something interesting out of my imagination
It’s Monday afternoon. A shower of artificial lights making its presence felt across every possible corner of my office space creates an illusion that I am sitting right in the middle of the Milky Way. My sleep-deprived eyes, though, don’t fall for this elaborate deception.
As a result, I need an hourly dose of lukewarm liquid doled out through a machine called a coffee dispenser to keep my eyes wide and awake because it went through the torture of four hours of the Netflix marathon last night.
I am holding two paper cups of machine-made lukewarm liquid while navigating through the impossible maze of my workplace. In this workplace, all the souls, including me, seem to have no problem trading our freedom with some stupid amount of money that gets transferred to our bank accounts.
While I am still struggling to make my way through the office space, my mobile's sudden vibration kept in my trouser's left pocket decides to seek my immediate attention.
Going by my past experiences, I never understood why someone from my contact list often finds this (when my hands are preoccupied)…
