A Recursive Dream
By Craig Wilson
My alarm goes off. I get up, get changed, and I leave my
room.
I somehow wind up back in my room and hear my alarm
again.
After I turn off my alarm, I leave my room to go get some
food.
I appear in my bed again and I have to silence the
phone’s alarm.
I realise that something is wrong: I keep repeating my
own actions.
I keep waking up in my bed and I hear my phone’s alarm
often.
When my alarm goes off for real, I am too afraid to leave
my bed.
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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