Office Break
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I see I am in an office.
I have no memory of coming to this place.
The office building does not seem familiar.
I am wearing a suit like the other workers.
Naturally, I see some friends from my past.
Apparently, we all work in this office area.
I am a technical writer, according to my peers.
My crew and I are chilling out in the lounge.
However, we have lost track of time in here.
Our supervisor tells us to get back to work.
I leave the lounge and I also leave 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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