I bike home from work on a snowy evening, uncomfortably wet and tired. I look up a my building—a massive apartment complex spanning an entire city block, reaching past 50 floors—and I’m overwhelmed. A single light dimly shines through the mist of the storm. The street is desolate. As I lock up my bike, a man in a trenchcoat and a dark fedora approaches me. I rush to secure my bike and hurriedly trudge through the mounds of snow to my building. As I walk through the doors, I’m transported to a completely different scene: a seaside village densely packed with vacationers. I approach an outdoor vendor who is hocking piles of fluffy puppies. I sit on the ground and feel them swarm around me, nibbling my fingers and licking my face. I wake up giggling, surrounded pillows and blankets in my cozy bed.
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