I opened my eyes and realized I was back in the hotel room. It was a dream, or was it? I felt like no time had passed. The sunlight was still coming through the window, but it was a bit dimmer than before. I glanced at the clock. It still read the same time.
I yawned and rolled out of bed. My legs were sore and stiff like...I thought about my 'dream'...like I had climbed hundreds of stairs. I shook my head. This wasn't possible.
Suddenly the phone rang. I jumped and then reached over to answer it. My wake up call. With a groan I stiffly got up and showered and got ready for the day. I had three flights to work and then we'd be coming back to the hotel for another night.
When I finished I grabbed my lunch and manual and left the hotel room. Everything seemed slightly off, like I was still dreaming. The sounds around me echoed a little and I took a deep breath trying to shake the feeling. I reached the lobby and met my crew and then we hopped on the shuttle to the airport.
The day was normal and when we returned to the hotel that afternoon I made a beeline for my room. It had taken two flights for me to shake the weird feeling and I was anxious to change and relax. I planned to walk around the hotel and soak in some of the beautiful sunshine.
When I changed I sat on the bed feeling suddenly tired. Unconsciously I lay down and closed my eyes. When I opened them I was again standing in front of the tower.
To be continued...
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