Sweet
Treats
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself back in school.
However,
the school looks modern and old, too.
I take
a good look at myself, and I am a kid again.
Heck,
this was before I had actually hit puberty.
I do
not recognise any of the students in my class.
Also,
I do not recognise the man who’s teaching us.
I look
around and realise I am in a cooking class.
The
teacher tasks us with making some sweets.
So, I
get my equipment and ingredients ready.
I
prepare the treats and they turn out pretty fine.
My
phone’s alarm goes off and I soon wake up.
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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