By
Craig Wilson
I’m
hanging out with an old friend, in a restaurant.
His
friend, a man, sits directly opposite us both.
The
restaurant has a sort of Chinese theme to it.
And
yet, I can’t hear any music – it’s too quiet.
Our
waiter, an elderly gent, approaches our table.
With
a pen and pad writer, he asks for our order.
I
take a gander at my menu, and it’s a TV guide.
My
phone’s alarm catapults 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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