By
Craig Wilson
I’ve
gotten myself a talking Freddy Krueger doll.
I’ve
already taken it out of its tiny packaging.
The
Freddy Krueger doll lies on top of my bed.
The
doll cost a lot of dough, but it’s worth it.
And
yet, it feels like it’s planning to kill me.
The
doll stares back at me with a sinister smile.
Thankfully,
my alarm saves me from the 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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