By
Craig Wilson
I’m
standing outside of the bus station, waiting for the doors to open.
It’s
still dark out and the winter air causes me to shiver and curse.
There,
I am greeted by an old college friend, and his new girlfriend.
I
joke to my friend’s partner that I’m not a serial killer and she laughs.
When
the doors are finally opened, I’m awakened by my phone’s alarm.
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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