Shortly after I got on the bus, a sharp smell of antiseptic preceded an Australian woman, with legs that I would assume were photoshopped if I saw them advertising beer, sat next to me, almost falling into my lap.
I put my headphones on and fell asleep listening to the Dreadnaughts. I dreamed of being on the same bus, next to another woman, who had impossibly laid down, with her head in my lap, and kept reaching up with a slender hand to grab my hand. My dream self was wondering if non-consensual hand-holding would be considered cheating by South African teachers living in Hong Kong.
When I woke up, I guiltily looked over at the Australian woman, who was sensibly ignoring me in favour of her phone.
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