Char

The Warning

A silhouette of a crowd gathers around in the street. There was an accident. I can’t see past the crowd. But instinct is telling me to look at the body. I move towards the crowd and feel something underneath my feet. I look down and lift my foot to see a joker card. I bend over to pick it up and when I stand upright and look Infront of me I see the crowd is gone. All that is left is the body. I move towards it and as I get closer, I begin to see it more clearly. The person lying on the ground is me lying on the street. In my hand is a black journal. Just as I bend to pick up the notebook I wake up. I’ve been having this same dream for over a month now. I look towards my desk. Resting near a deck of cards is a black notebook. I remember a week ago I was on the corner of 5th and Birch street heading home from a poker match. I get up from my bed and walk over to where the book rested comfortably.