The Commute

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Everyone had recurring dreams, and Adem was no exception. His were of gardens, filled with crimson roses. Thousands and thousands, millions maybe, and a fountain in the middle. Adem knew, in his dream, that if he could only get to that fountain, drink the water, everything would be okay, here, now, forever. No more worrying about bills or girlfriends, or political unrest back home; just one sip would bring eternal peace of mind.