My justice

The dream

I walk alone down a garbage riddled road, I feel the heat on the back of my neck from the afternoon sun. In the distance the sound of gunfire. The bomb riddled world with air so hot and thick it makes your lungs want to bleed. I believe that this is my hell. Giant grey birds circle over head squawking a song most fowl as a volcano erupts on the horizon. It is then that I awake from my recurring dream never have I made it it farther in the dream then the volcano before I wake up. Although I'm sure there must be more to this nightmare than what I remember. I stand up out of bed shaking the dream out of my mind. I put on my ripped jeans and blue t-shirt before combing my long raven black hair over my left eye. I look at my soul patch beard and wonder if I should shave it off. I was cut off mid thought by the bleep of my phone. I flip it open (yes I still have a flip phone.) it was a text from my friend Julie, it read "hey Charles I'm waiting for you at the traffic lights, hurry up!" I immediately stopped admiring myself in the mirror and grabbed my blood red back pack on my way out the door.