Running in a Maze

M. Stanley Bubien

My pounding feet echoed through the corridors. I rounded a corner. Dead end. Spinning, I bolted back in the opposite direction. As I searched for the turn, the echo grew hollow---and there it was.

Coming up, I lost my traction, skidded past and slammed into a wall.

"Where are you?" a voice asked.

I glanced around.

"Where are you?"

I tried to stand, to make it to the turn, but kept losing my footing.

"Where are you?" I heard a third time.

I still couldn't get up. It was like being trapped.

"I don't know!" I screamed in answer.

I bolted awake---facing business plans floating across a computer screen. Asleep at work again! And that same dream!

I rubbed my eyes but couldn't clear my head.

Copyright ©1996 M. Stanley Bubien. All Rights Reserved.

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