Am I Dreaming?

Written in an in between state, before the end, far from the beginning.

Photo by Nishaad Salvapantula on Unsplash

The airport tram rattles as my oversized mask slips down over my nose. I pull it up quickly, eyes wide, weary of accusatory glances from strangers. On the tram radio, a loud, cheerful advertisement boasts, “Your mom’s got it! Your dad’s got it! Even your cousin’s got it!” I listen, intrigued, to hear what she’s selling…