By
Craig Wilson
I’m
in a house, stuck in a wild party, trying to get some rest.
More
than once, I’ve told them that I needed to get up early.
Yet,
they still blast rave music from the late nineteen-nineties.
And
yet, someone who looks like a college friend apologises.
They
give me a chocolate version of my Rubber Man figure.
As I
accept the gift, my phone’s alarm pulls me back to reality.
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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