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childhood home or maybe she was just out of milk. I
thought to myself sitting on my bed, my childhood bed
for that matter. That’s what I did most of the time, just
think.

I wondered what Sandy was doing, had she gone
home yet, it was almost midnight. I wondered what T
was doing, her actual name is Tara, she was probably
sleeping, I wondered what was the thing that had come
up for me to have to take the morning shift.

I wondered a million other things as I drifted off to
sleep.

I dreamed of an endless blue ocean, the bluest, I
dreamed of tiny little ships on that ocean all with places

to go, all following the light coming from a lighthouse
afar, all knowing where to go. I dreamed that I was on
one of those ships, Sandy in another, T in a third one,
and even the bus station lady was on one, so was my
dad. We were all on our own little ships sailing on the
same ocean, going towards the illuminated path set by
the lighthouse. I didn’t know where we were going but
the ship seemed to do so.

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