The Bus. AS

Paul was and ordinaire person, he had to go to work, it was early to early, the only ones here is me and bus driver, probably most are asleep, or getting up, but I had to get there early, maybe it will started to get more crowded there was something odd about it, Paul didn't know what was wrong, each kilometer, felt different, but was still in the daze state, still half asleep. Still, the more I worked, the more different I felt. When he called last stop, everyone got off the bus. Petra stood up, she walked to the door and left the bus, oh my what a different dream, she then she raised, her skirts, to check her nylons, if her subtend tabs ( Garder tabs), and I tightening lower them, Then I walked a few blocks, to the office, Oh I hate these late night, meetings, she thought to herself, I hope I can leave early this time  I might get luck, as she left to the office the odd bus was strangely there then a mist appeare and when the mist disappeared so was the bus.