Baker’s Dozen
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I find myself in a bakery.
The bakery has lots of great things on sale.
There are many seats for the public to sit on.
The many ladies welcome me as their guest.
The ladies treat me like I am an old friend.
I am reminded I am in the Baker’s Dozen.
The Baker’s Dozen is a fairly new bakery.
I take a seat and one of the ladies sits down.
These ladies talk as if we are long term buds.
However, I don’t recall anyone in here at all.
My phone’s alarm rips me out of the 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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