By
Craig Wilson
My
folks and I have had one amazing shindig.
I
don’t remember what we’re celebrating.
It’s
kind of like I’ve only just leapt in myself.
The
final guest finally gets up and heads home.
My
folks and I feel guilty about the huge mess.
There
are balloons and confetti all over the place.
We
decide to help the staff by tidying the room.
I
head into the supply closet, and leave 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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