my worst nightmare

“Hey, great to see you back. Are you still in your same office? Wait til I tell you about what happened to [person I’d never heard of].”
Ohmifuckinggawd, what a nightmare. I dreamed that I was back working for the magazine at Time Inc.
I got on at the wrong elevator bank.
I didn’t have a security pass.
I couldn’t remember anyone’s name.
They were all still there.
And, worst of all, I was late for lunch with Ed.
I woke up breathing heavily with my heart pounding in my bed on an island far from Midtown with the blue ocean outside.
I didn’t even make coffee before having a cigarette.
Reason not to quit today: It was just a dream.