By
Craig Wilson
It’s
early and I’m already at work.
Yet,
I cannot help but feel wary.
The
interior feels a lot different.
It
feels like a secret spy building.
I
look around and see an odd sight.
There
are strange gents in this early.
The weird
men are sitting at a table.
They’re
having a secret meeting.
I
approach them, and they smile.
And
then, my dream soon 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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