We were in an elevator. It was more like a cage, 4 of us sitting on either side of a hay bale that was in the middle. A friend from my past was sitting to my left. Her name was Jenna. She looked over and smiled. Before the doors closed, another old friend, a previous employer named Amelia, stepped out and climbed up a few hay bales, like steps, that were right outside. I said, "Amelia, are you coming?". She just needed to grab her brown, leather suitcase. She made it back in time before the doors closed. I was so happy to see her. It had been years, yet I still felt a connection and a sense of comfort in her presence. We didn't even need to talk. Her just being there was enough.
We made it to our destination and the doors opened to the big city. I'm not sure how far I was going, but I needed to find my way home. It was all downhill. I grabbed a large, white, plastic box, set it in front of me and as I held on, gravity slid me down the sidewalk, past buildings and people. I kept going for quite a distance, leaving everything behind in a blur. I had found an apartment in the city and was lucky with the rent being $495 a month. It was small, but suited me just fine.
