I thought I was stepping outside, but I noticed I was now standing inside a large bag of potato chips. The air was salty, like I was at the beach, but I wasn’t. There was zero breeze, a noticeable absence of seagulls and only filtered light, as the sun was barely coming through the colorful bag. Lucky for me, there was more space inside than there were chips. I had plenty of room to move about.
There was a crinkle
sound as I walked across the inside of the bag.
I thought about taking a bite out of one of the chips but I knew if I
got thirsty there’d be nothing to drink, and what if I couldn’t stop at just
one?
I wondered, now that I was inside, was I also now fresh? How would I know? How was I to tell? I didn't feel any different. What is it that constitutes freshness? If it is the amount of time spent in the bag, then I guess I too was now fresh. Without some floozy slapping me and telling me I was "Fresh", how would I know?
I'm fairly certain it was that floozy thought that caused me to wake up. That isn't the strangest dream I've ever had, but it's right up there.
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