20190615

Day 1,743

Your eyes said you were in a small seaside pub with faint storm clouds on the horizon.

Your phone's map said you were in the industrial estate of a town you'd never heard of.

Your friend's voice said you were right in front of it and you needed to wake up right now.


The barman asked you why you looked so worried, they'd had far worse clouds come by.

The phone's map asked if you wanted to share your location to your main feed.

The cries of your friend went from angry to terrified as they begged you to move out of its way.


Finally the storm came and the pub soon became full of soaking wet people, all staring at you.

Finally your phone crashed after several minutes of frantically trying to figure out where you were.

Finally your friend's voice drifted away and somehow the pub felt more real.

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