After ‘celebrating’ my first monthsarry as a hold up victim, I have dreamt of being one. Right after I sat across this poverty-stricken jerk, he announced his evil deed and asked for our valuables. Though I have no phone, I had trouble convincing myself none of his fingers would touch me.
I can’t remember his face. But this one-man team didn’t appear as notorious as the previous three.
Grateful I am since I fought the dream and woke up. Here I am online, on my day off. Exactly what I’m supposed to be.