Short Story: The Missing Coffee

A few nights ago, I dreamt that we were eating at home. My coffee was waiting for me on the table when I had to go somewhere else to do something. I distinctly remember thinking, "I'll come back for my coffee."

But when I did---which is unusual because, as we know, we can't control dreams---my coffee was missing. Not on the table anymore. And I searched, and I searched, but it's gone.

I woke up. I considered it a bad dream. Where would my coffee go? Why would anyone, if anyone did, take my coffee? Why? I felt stressed and frustrated.

Until I remembered.

In Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness, they said that your dreams are actually the lives of your parallel universe self.

And, well, I felt better but also a little guilty.

Because somewhere in an alternate, parallel universe, my other self lost her coffee. 

And I can't stop laughing at her. 😂

The end. 

PS I hope she finds her coffee.