Old Man
Last night I dreamt I was in a coffee/malt shop that I used to frequent when I was younger. In the dream I was an old man hanging out with my old friends. On the wall, there was a picture of us from when we were younger and in it we were all sitting in the exact same spot. We all gazed at it, and admired its nostalgic value.
Then I woke up and realized: I’m not the young kid in the picture anymore… I’m the old man.
