"Do you want fries with that?"

"Yes."

Olivia took the customer's money and printed his receipt. Her shift was almost over, and it was still early in the day. She hated being at work before sunrise but there were perks to working the breakfast shift. She was able to avoid most of her friends from high school. She was a failure working minimum wage in her 30's. The last decade was a blur. Parties, waitressing jobs and more parties. Now at 32, she was a cashier at a fast food restaurant. The night shift was really bad. She hated running into the prom queen who was now married to a millionaire. The jock with the NFL contract. She had such big dreams after high school. She was supposed to work in Washington DC. Her walls were supposed to be decorated with degrees from ivy league colleges. She sighed and punched the time clock. If she walked fast, she could make the next bus. The streets were crowded as usual. Like any other day, Olivia put her headphones in her ears and listened to her favorite political news channel. President Grant was giving a speech on the economy. He was optimistic about the job outlook, but Olivia didn't have much hope for doing anything more than restaurant work. Olivia kept her head down as she tried to watch the video on the small screen.

"Watch out!"

It was too late. She was flying threw the air. She could hear screams and car horns before everything went black.

"Livvie."

Olivia blinked and covered her eyes. The lights were so bright. She could hear the heart monitor. The room was spinning. To her surprise, her head didn't hurt. The pain was everywhere else. She tried to sit up and moaned in pain. Her stomach was sore.

"Don't try to get up. She's okay."

"Am in a hospital? Did you call an ambulance. I didn't see the car."

Olivia kept blinking until her eyes could withstand the bright light. Her mouth dropped when she saw who was holding her hand. A loud wail grabbed her attention.

"She's ready to meet you Livvie."

Olivia closed her eyes and sunk back into the pillow. This had to be a dream.

"The doctor says you're fine. You didn't hit your head when you fell."

"This is a dream." Olivia whispered.

"Do you need more pain medicine?"

"Wake up." Olivia whispered.

She kept her eyes closed tightly. When she opened them, she was in her tiny apartment stretched out on an air mattress.

"What a weird dream."

Olivia sat up and pressed her stomach. It wasn't sore.

"Dammit."

She was late for work. The sun would be up in a few minutes. She couldn't afford to lose her job. She rushed her morning routine and ran to the bus stop.