Tea Time with the Coven
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I find myself in a cosy cottage.
However, I am not recalling going to a tiny cottage.
I am currently in a dining room, sitting at a small table
I see that I am not alone – I see some friendly witches.
The witches remind me that I am here for some tea.
There is a fine tea set and also lots of tasty cakes.
The nice witches talk to me as if we are old friends.
I feel welcomed by the witches, and I feel joyful.
Sadly, my alarm goes off 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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