I woke up in a cold sweat; I must have been dreaming of falling again. The clock said 6:30, as good a time as ever to get up I guess. As I shuffled around the apartment getting myself ready for work, my mind wandered to my recent dreams; what did they mean? are they a sign of what's to come? No, I don't believe in any of that extrasensory bullshit. The dreams would pass, I decided, just like they always did.
After losing my keys last week, I'm not taking any chances anymore; they are attached to my pants at all times by a sturdy clip. I also noticed that my shoes were wearing down quite a bit since I had taken up running in the park so I figured it was time for a new pair. At the shoe store I found a nice pair of running shoes that were nice and cheap. On my way to work I tossed the old shoes in the trash and while walking by the clinic, tossed some coins in a homeless guy's bowl. As he hears the coins hit the bowl he utters words that nearly stopped me in my tracks, "True, it is not your fate to fall at my hands," but this man could not know the concepts of my dreams, could he?
I checked my watch and saw that I was almost late to work. As I started running up the street, I looked back to make sure the man was real and there he was clear as day. Maybe I could come back after work to ask him what he had meant when he said those words.
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