By
Craig Wilson
I
can hear my folks downstairs, arguing over the front door.
They’re
debating whether or not the front door’s stuck
I leave
my room, head downstairs, and open the door.
I storm
out and I somehow reappear in my bedroom.
I
can hear my folks argue over the front door again.
I
head back downstairs to solve the dispute once more.
However,
this time I open the door 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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