The Old Woman at the End of the Road

The Day was just like any other day. I woke up as any other day. I felt like I had not slept during the night. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, I headed towards the kitchen. I needed a cup of coffee, to start this day. While the coffee was brewing, my thoughts of my dream came to mind. The old women at the end of the road raced through my thoughts. Thinking to myself why do I keep having this dream? I poured my coffee, and was still trying to recall more of the dream. I just could not remember the rest of the dream. Thinking to myself, this is the time of the day I enjoy the most, the quietness of the morning, and a good cup of coffee at hand. Glancing at the clock to see if my half hour was up, hoping the time would just stand still, I realized that’s not going to happen, time isn’t going to stand still not today, or the near future. I had to get going, I had to get to work on time. Remembering my boss is returning back to work today from his vacation. If I’m late I know...