Miss
Hagatha’s Home
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself in an old house.
I do
not recall going to an old Victorian household.
This
Victorian household is away from the big city.
The
place is amazing and feels overwhelmingly huge.
Sadly,
I make a mess and I am approached by a maid.
The
maid furiously tells me that I have to help clean up.
Reluctantly,
I grab some cleaning equipment to clean.
One of
the small cloths I have been given is a little filthy.
The
cloth makes things dirtier; which really sets me off.
Thankfully,
my phone’s alarm pulls me out 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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