Vanishing Bullet and Blood

Standing in a coffee shop, perusing the menu while listening to the shop bustle and inhaling the sweet scents of vanilla, butter and cinnamon…

Music softly plays in the background, muffled from the society noise, but I’m pretty sure the song playing is Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down. A classic rock tune, at least in my opinion. My head inconspicuously bops to the tune, a natural movement when my ears catch a song floating in atmosphere…

In my own head, taking in this morning caffeinated scene, total contentment…then out of nowhere a person dressed head to toe in black starts firing at random…

Bullets flying everywhere, screams piercing the air, frantic searches for safety are all happening at once. I run and dodge these flying metal hornets, helping pull anyone I can to safety. I try to call for help, but no cell signal exists…

Then out of nowhere; a hot sensation punctuates just below my left ribcage…a warm liquid begins to soil my shirt causing it to stick to my skin…

I put my hand over the pain.. pressure is the only thing I can think of. I think I’ve been shot.. I think blood is spilling out of me.. place pressure to stop it…

The shop starts to spin..the screams have muffled as the sound of my own breaths echo slowly in my eardrums. I look down at my side to see the damage that was done…

Eyes in disbelief, hand shaking, my brain is trying to calculate as to what I’m seeing, or, more of what I’m not seeing…

My hand is clean, no blood transfer from applying pressure…

My shirt is dry, spotless…

I pull my shirt up and there’s no bullet plunged into my side.. no blood spilled out.. not a single unaccounted mark…

Then looking up and around, the shop is back to it’s usual morning schedule.. as though what I just saw never happened.. no masked person, no gun, no screams, no bullets and no blood.. it’s as though it all just vanished…

I wake from this dream, pull the covers off, lift up my shirt to make sure nothing’s there…

Trying to catch my breath…

What the hell…?

“You stumbled in and bumped your head, if not for me then you’d be dead. I picked you up and put you back on solid ground…” -3DD

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