Thursday, 30 June 2011

Empty warehouse

I vaguely remember trying to tech in a class. The bell rung, the students left the room and I remained alone to collect my things. The teacher of the next lesson came over. It was a woman that looked very strict. She told me I was slow and that I should have evacuated her class by this time. I thought she was very rude and decided not to pay too much attention to her. She started making small talk. After a while I had managed to put all my possessions in my bag and left. I was looking for my next class when I got into an empty building that reminded me of a zinc warehouse. It was dark and dusty.

I must have woken up soon after this.

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