Just A Coincidence

Coincidence

Terry parks his black Mercedes Benz on his drive an walks up to his front door, it smells puke. He looks down at his "hugs and kisses" doormat, it has a slightly yellow tinge, "just a coincidence" he mumbles hoping he's correct. He gets a beer from his refrigerator and sits down on his brown leather couch to watch some tv. It's 00:56 and Terry has work tomorrow. He gets up from the couch allowing two beer bottles to fall off his lap and onto the carpet, he goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water on the way to the sink he steps on a shard of glass "ah shit", he lifts his foot up and pulls the shard of glass out of his foot."What the hell!?!" He thinks about the dream he had last night. First his colleagues talking about the thunderstorm last night, then the sick on the doormat, and now the shard of glass on the floor, the thought of his dream being real sends shivers down his spine. He refuses that his dream was real "just a coincidence", he goes to bed.