Reality or dream are just a question of perception. Meet me in the second floor.
He went up the stairs. Someone open the door. Inside it was dark, a strange smell in the air. His eyes took time to get used to the darkness... Then he saw her...
Welcome, she said. We were waiting for you. Have a seat. Do you know why we called you? I'll explain: I saw you in the cafe in the other side of the street. You were tearing a newspaper apart. I figured out you needed some help. Surprised? You can call us... some sort of guardian angels.
More to come...
By Scruffy
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