I already posted mine in a comment here. But since there's no rule that disallows multiple entries.

I wrote another one. Here's the entry post: Ages Apart.

For those who don't want to click the link, here's the story below:

Ages Apart

Whenever I slept, I found myself in that empty space.
No colors, no shapes, no feelings, total void.

There stood a pale old man.
He asked for something, but every time I couldn't hear.

Only now I understand...
"You're taking the wrong path."
I was talking to my younger self.

The End

Would love it if you read and commented on my other entry "Big Fat Space" & my older stories like "Backyard."