By
Craig Wilson
I leave
my work, but I appear in a shopping centre.
For
some reason, it looks like an American mall.
I
walk around, and I discover an odd-looking diner.
I
head into the diner, and all of the ladies greet me.
They
act as if I’ve always been their loyal customer.
After
I pack my belongings away, I get ready to leave.
My phone
suddenly rings. I wake up after I answer it.
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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