i had traveled a long way down a dark road.
i came to a place. it looked like some sort of diner but was not well lit.
it looked small from the outside but when you went inside it seemed to have a lot of rooms.
this guy was sitting alone in a booth.
he looked at me and said hello. i did not recognize him but he looked like an ordinary guy, like me.
i sat down and we got to talking.
his name was eddie. he told me all about himself and i got to feeling i had known him all my life.
suddenly, he said excuse me, and got up and went into one of the back rooms.
i sipped my cup of cold black coffee and waited for him to return.
i waited and waited.
finally a waitress in a standard issue pink waitress dress came over to me.
i am waiting for someone, i told her.
you mean eddie?
that’s right, eddie.
i am sorry to inform you that eddie is dead.
i was stunned - more than i had ever been when anybody i really knew well died.
how did it happen, i asked.
i have some even worse news for you, the waitress said.
what is that?
eddie never really existed.
i woke up.
it was six in the morning. i had to go to work.
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