By
Craig Wilson
It’s
early in the morning, and I’m at work.
A
man is in to brief me on my new objective.
I’m
to label boxes, instead of throwing them away.
I say
in a comical tone, “Got it, boss!”
He
then paralyses me with the evil eye.
I smile
awkwardly before waking up.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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