Of Dreamscapes: D-Line, pt. 3
"First I woke up, you see, then I had breakfast, checked through my mail..." "I don't need the little details, just run me through your day so far," Al said, his arms crossed, his foot bouncing noiselessly on the rubber floor mats. The man scoffed, wiping an errant bit of tear left on his cheek, "Well excuse me, but I thought that's what I was doing!" He sniffled a bit, sitting himself up and straightening his tie. "Since when were you so impatient?" Al sighed, shaking his head, his leg had stopped, "I.. look, this train's just been going forever and I'm anxious to leave, but I also want to hear the end of your story." The man nodded slowly, swallowed a few times and cleared his throat, "Alright.. Well, I did my normal morning routine," his eyes were searching, his brow furrowed, "and... I left the apartment... Got to the boarding platform..." A hand rose up to rub his temple, why was this so ...