The Dream
Tim looked up from his computer screen when his friend and colleague Mark, hurried through the door into their shared office.
"You're late."
Mark grunted something unintelligible while he hung his overcoat in their small closet. When he finally slumped down in his chair behind the desk opposite from Tim's, Tim could see dark rings under Mark's eyes. The man looked utterly exhausted.
"Hehe, someone had an interesting night, me thinks."
Mark scoffed. "I wish."
Taking a closer look,