Smith ran down the dark street as fast as his legs could carry him. His body pleaded with him to stop and rest but he was too terrified. He briefly looked behind him and saw the source of his fear, the two armed thugs in full pursuit and closing in fast. He had to think of a quick exit out of this situation and possible demise.
Up ahead he saw a dark alley approaching fast. Smith wasted no time making a quick turn down the alley, hoping the thugs didn’t see him while hoping for a detour to safety. To his horror, there was a dead end ahead, leaving no way out but back on the street he had been so desperate to escape from in the first place. He could hear approaching footsteps as the thugs came closer and closer.
Wait a minute, Smith thought. I’m dreaming. I can get out of here easily.
He reached out with his hand and made a pulling motion as if to open some invisible door. Beyond the invisible door was his bedroom in his waking world, the same bedroom where he awoke from sleep every morning. Smiling, Smith walked towards his bedroom and feeling safe at last, collapsed on his bed for a snooze.
The two thugs stood silently in the alley, not believing what they had just seen. Smith had seemingly disappeared into thin air, but the thugs saw something else that further piqued their interest. The invisible door was still open, allowing them to peek into the strange world beyond. Slowly the thugs walked past the door and into the bedroom where Smith was snoozing. There they both stood at the foot of the bed, watching him sleep. Smiling, one thug turned to the other.
“Let’s get him.”
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