Running

A wave of anxiety began to wash over me as I realized I had no way of getting out of the situation I had gotten myself into. As I sat on the edge of the green metal bench in the bus terminal I had the sudden urge to cry my eyes out, to scream. Instead I gathered my bags and quickly walked to the women's bathroom that held rows upon rows of bathrooms stalls. I walked to the farthest one and pressed my back against the wall and shut my eyes. I could feel the cold tile against my back through the material of my shirt that I had been wearing for the past day and half.

"Olivia?!"

I opened my eyes and looked towards the brown stall door. What an ugly color I thought.

"OLIVIA!"

This time my eyes actually opened and I realized what I had felt and seen was part of a dream. But why the hell was I in a bus station. Who even takes the bus anymore? Only then did I realize the voice I heard was real.

"Olivia? Are you listening to me? Are you awake? You're gonna be late get up!"

At the sound of her voice I suddenly felt a large amount of agitation. "Yes, I know!" I shouted as I let my hands that I held to my face fall back onto the quilt covering me.

"Ugh, for fuck sake!" I whispered in agitation. I wished that I could go back to sleep but I knew that even if I did I wouldn't be able to finish the dream. It was probably nonsense anyways.