The street
Waking
up, with a start, I stared at the row of identikit houses in front of
me, and wondered where the fuck I was. The city behind looked
familiar yet the houses, each with a perfectly manicured tree and
identical MPV in front of them, I'd never seen before.
Slowly
I stood up, and looked all around, hoping to get my bearings, before
noticing someone in one of the upstairs windows of the end house.
They seemed to be beckoning me forward and for some reason, and
unable to stop myself, I started to make my way forward.
©JSMorbius
