By
Craig Wilson
I
look around, and see I’m in an industrialised area.
The
last thing I remember was a vague bus ride.
Also,
this part of town really looks alien to me.
Suddenly,
loud sobbing steals my attention.
I
follow the sounds of crying down a street.
I
see someone I know is having a breakdown.
But
I do not go over there and console them.
Sadly,
I just leave him there, and exit this dream.
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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