The
Charity Warehouse Gig
By
Craig Wilson
I am
in a huge warehouse with donations.
I
have to help sort out the donations.
Yet,
there’s a girl I don’t recognise.
She’s
a Bubble Goth in her mid 20s.
She
acts as if she’s always known me.
We
sort out a pile of stuffed animals.
The Bubble
Goth girl smiles at me.
Yet,
I get a strong sense of déjà vu here.
Naturally,
my alarm quickly wakes me up.
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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