The
Noodle Nightmare
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke dissipates and I end up in a local bar.
My
friends are here and wish me a warm welcome.
Naturally,
I don’t recall ever going to a bar at all.
I am
reminded we’re here to unwind and have fun.
I get
my drink on and buy some whiskey and cokes.
However,
as I down my drinks, I start feeling unwell.
I
quickly rush to the bathroom and lock myself in a stall.
To my
horror, I puke out noodles, and I just cannot stop.
Thankfully,
my phone’s alarm goes off and I 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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