By
Craig Wilson
I’ve
gone back to college, but am late on my first day.
In
fact, I don’t even recall how I managed to get here.
I
arrive at the lecture room, and peek into the window.
Strangely
enough, the students are wearing odd masks.
Many
of the masks look like Steampunk gas masks.
The
classroom itself looks dull, grey, and uninviting.
A
student glares at me and I’m pulled out of 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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