Unfinished
Homework
By
Craig Wilson
I’m
running late to school, yet again.
This
time, I didn’t do my homework.
I
keep changing... How I look, I mean.
I
see myself as both a man and as a child.
One
of my teachers suddenly bumps into me.
I
see it’s a science teacher, who dislikes me
She
asks if I’ve actually done my homework.
I
raid my bag and my phone’s alarm saves me.
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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