Back
to the Holiday
By
Craig Wilson
I
wake up in a soft bed, and realise it isn’t my own.
I
sit upright and look at myself in a nearby mirror.
I'm
not a grown-up anymore; I realise I'm a kid.
I
leave the shared bedroom and enter the main area.
Instead
of being in England, I find myself in Spain.
Somehow,
I have gone back in time to a better time.
My
folks smile and greet me on this fine morning.
All
of us make plans to head out to the local bakery.
Sadly,
my phone’s alarm brings me back to 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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