He woke up from the dream startled. “How did I get back here, what is this? oh, I’m in my room and it’s Thursday. and I’m still. I’m still here.”
He touched his face, confirming his conclusion. It had all been so real.
“It all lasted only last 34 minutes”, he thought to himself glancing over at the digital readout on the nightstand
He spun his mind into a slow reset. The room was still that strange color blue. He was not married, did not have a pair of great kids. He did not have a desk job. He had not spurned them by seeking wealth and power. He had not hit her. The pain of the divorce had felt so real, so palpable.
“I will never be like him, never.”, he muttered affirmatively, outloud.
The rage to accomplish having consumed him, he awoke that day realizing he’d burned everything away.