Text
to the Past
By
Craig Wilson
I
wake up in bed, and I see that I have a visitor.
There’s
a beautiful woman sleeping in my bed.
Yet,
I don’t actually recalling meeting this lady.
I
wrack my brain, and I vaguely recall something.
I
somehow managed to send a text to my past self.
All that
was written down was to buckle down.
I
want to stay in bed and savour this moment.
My
phone’s alarm rips me from this reality.
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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