Into a Wormhole

I somehow cut fifteen minutes off of my commute this morning. The drive to work usually takes me between an hour and an hour ten.

Today, it flew by in fifty minutes.

I don’t remember passing the train station, or the mall. I was nearing my work, and the clock read only 8:15. It almost scared me a little. I thought maybe I drove straight through some red lights or something.

I couldn’t remember.

But I also couldn’t remember what I was thinking about during my ride either.

I figured I probably drove into a wormhole somewhere about halfway to work. I was really lucky that it spit me out a little further down the road, instead of in Bulgaria or on the Nile.


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