The Museum Trip
By Craig Wilson
I look around, and find myself in a huge art museum.
However, I do not remember coming to this place.
There are many strangers here that make me nervous.
Security guards stand around – keeping a close eye.
I soon see a mate of mine, and I see a young girl, too.
My friend reminds me that he looks after the little girl.
Both my mate and I hold hands with this young girl.
We take a tour of the museum and gaze with wonder.
All of this feels real and a smile appears on my face.
I feel glad that I chose to leave the house and have fun.
Unfortunately, my phone’s alarm ends the great 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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