Reality Trip
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I see I am in the local bus station.
I don’t remember going to the bus station, though.
Also, I don’t remember leaving the house, either.
The bus arrives at the bay and the double doors open.
Slowly, I rise from my seat and I board the small bus.
Once the bus starts moving, something feels different.
I look out the windows and I see a magical void instead.
The bus I am riding on can take me to different
realities.
I wait for the bus to circle back, and I leave this
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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