I work in a shitty store. this store has dressing rooms. before we leave someone has to go into the dressing rooms and open all the doors to see if anything was left in any of them. last night I had a dream that while doing this check, I found someone who had killed themselves... there was an initial shock, but instead of telling anyone that I had found the body, I quietly closed all the doors again and acted like I hadn't been back there (it's a shared responsibility, it's just supposed to be done). I clearly remember thinking that I knew if I said something, I'd probably have to be there all night talking to cops or something and I really wanted to leave.
I close tomorrow night... I'm gonna rush to the fucking dressing rooms as soon as we close.
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