Prompts = Trail, Dismiss, Solution
Twenty times I’ve gone to sleep; twenty times I’ve woken in a new place. I don’t understand what’s happening.
I went to a club twenty sleeps ago; maybe someone slipped some weird solution in my drink because when I came to, I was in a barn. I lived the day as a farmhand. The next morning I woke up in a tent deep in a forest.
I thought I was hallucinating, but after twenty times, I have to dismiss that thought. I’m living this. I’m on some sort of sleep trail, walking it every night.
How do I get home?
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