A November Night

by strangedayonplanetearth

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He flew in slow loops around the circumference of the room.

“This is a dream, isn’t it?,” I asked suspiciously.

Everyone avoided my eyes.  “I’m pretty sure this is a dream,” I said, more loudly.

“I would never presume to know another’s reality,” a blonde woman remarked blandly.

These people are insufferable, I thought, and woke up irritated.