In his high-rise apartment, the dim light seeped through the crevices, tickling Juan Pablo\u2019s nose, as if to say, \u201cWake up, Juan Pablito, you have a very important day!\u201d He woke up confused, yet light-hearted, with butterflies in his stomach for no apparent reason.<\/p>\n
He showered, shaved and got dressed for work as he normally does, but this time, instead of rushing blindly into the rush hour traffic, he floated over it. All the traffic lights were green; the traffic flowed like streams of contiguous energy, uninterrupted. The elevator door opened and closed as soon as he stepped up to it with no crowds to slither into and slather out of.<\/p>\n
Juan Pablo stopped abruptly at the entranceway to his office to find a nicely wrapped package on his executive desk. He approached the scene cautiously while he put down his coffee and briefcase. A note on it said, \u201cOn your birthday, give (more…)<\/span><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In his high-rise apartment, the dim light seeped through the crevices, tickling Juan Pablo\u2019s nose, as if to say, \u201cWake up, Juan Pablito, you have a very important day!\u201d He woke up confused, yet light-hearted, with butterflies in his stomach…<\/span><\/p>\n