I gaped at the tall, glorious building in front of me, not knowing what to do. People around me were dressed in sharp business suits and stunning dress gowns. And hell, it was only two in the afternoon. I was wearing a giant sweatshirt with tights, topping off my lazy look with a messy bun. How classy of me. “Damn,” I exhaled, suppressing the urge to slap myself. Am I dreaming or not? 

“Whatever, I might as well just dream to my heart’s content.”