Atlanta, USA

6:45am.

I wake up with a large man in my room.

"Good morning" I say. "Who are you?"

The man is wearing a suit. He looks serious.

"Oh, I thought this room was vacant."

This room is not vacant.

I am on the 67th floor. There's no real escape option. I figure that this is the end. I start thinking of things to throw at the intruder. The alarm clock. A pillow. I'm running out of ideas.

"We heard that the storm blew out this room. I'm sorry for the disturbance sir."

I figure that I'm not dreaming because things like this do not happen in dreams.

Last night there was a ridiculous tornado storm here. Apparently some people in room 6710 had a very very wet evening. In my mind, I imagine that they were sucked out into the vortex.

I pour some coffee and walk downstairs into the geometric maze.