By
Craig Wilson
I’m
having a nice dream about volunteering again.
Someone
in my dream smiles and says, “Craig.”
However,
their voice sounds a little too real.
I
quickly wake up and look around my room.
I
could’ve sworn I heard a real woman call me.
Reluctantly,
I force myself to go back to sleep.
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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