I was standing in the reception area of a five-star restaurant, one that happened to be on the tenth and topmost floor of the hotel I was staying in. Beautiful lights, a polite waiter, and large glass windows with a view, and I had forgotten my wallet. At the elevator on the way down to the carpark, I was accompanied by the elevator operator, a black man, and a fellow guest. The guest asked if I was staying at the hotel, and I replied that my room was on the ninth floor.

The elevator was a special one: it travelled up and down the sides of the twin towers, but also horizontally across the connecting skywalk. So it was a scenic trip down to my car, which I pointed my keyless entry at. The button didn't activate anything, or so it seemed... It was then I noticed that a large van nearby was being unlocked instead! So I pondered the moral dilemma of stealing this new toy, when I noticed someone was still inside. I backed off and sought out my own car, but the softly drifting snow obscured my sight.

I headed back into the hotel, which itself happened to be four-star, and I see someone hiding behind a clump of potted plants in the lobby. Suddenly I flash back to watching what appears to be a heroic man standing in a river. A shot rang out and the hero doubled over; somehow, I know he survived, as though it were a movie. Instinctively, I knew the man behind the plants was the sniper. His dark disheveled hair darted between the leaves, and I caught occaisional flashes of glare on his sunglasses. The excitement and tension built... and then I awoke.

posted by Larry at 12:24 AM