Bus

I woke up with a jolt. I sat on a bench in a city bus. On my left side, the professor. On my right side, the journalist. The bus shook as it hit a bump in the phantom road. I got up and made my way to the front of the bus. Nothing was in the front seat. It was driving itself. I walked back to the bench and sat down. I felt immensely tired for whatever reason.

I went back to sleep.