A strong urge to pee

I sat in the stall all alone. I thought I recognized the surroundings. It was a single, not the double like second or third floor. But I swore I worked on the third floor. But I had not worked on the third floor, since my first daughter was born. Something was wrong.

The color was wrong. Now I couldn't tell if it was my first or second job. The door to the stall was open, so it may have been late at night. After midnight, no one was left but the closer and a manager. From inside the stall, you couldn't tell if it was light or dark outside. I would have to wait, but I did not experience that sense of relief. It was like continuing to go, over and over again. Then I woke up.