By
Craig Wilson
It’s
the afternoon, and the weather outside is actually fine.
My
brother and I are in the living room watching TV.
Yet,
as we’re watching TV, it feels like something’s off.
I
look around, warily, as if we’re both being watched.
My
brother looks at me funny, as if I’m acting a tad nuts.
I
quietly tell him that it feels like we’re being watched.
As
he stands up to prove me wrong, my dream then ends.
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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