i’m being rushed through a tunnel or hallway of some sort. i don’t belong with these people who are getting out. these are the best and brightest out world has to offer. a friend brought me. she said, “you’re an amazing preschool teacher. we’ll need those in space too.” and so i ran with her. she directs me to a room with a fluorescent lighting and a monitor. she tells me to watch the screen. when my name and number comes up, that means i have a work schedule.