The Mare
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You slowly wake up in your bedroom, tangled in your sheets, sweaty from a dream barely remembered. Images are retained. Water. Islands. Buildings that never were. A dark figure, watching from the distance. You shake it all off and get out of bed. A shower. Breakfast. It all passes like yet another dream. It's life. Moving on. Incrementally, day by day.
You arrive at the office. Work is piled up on your desk. You can't bring yourself to even look at it.
Sophie:
Hey, . Didn't you get any sleep? You look exhausted.You look up from your desk at Sophie. A pretty average woman in her late twenties and the one colleague you count as a friend in the office. (Define your gender in first post)