A
Friendly Face
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I see I am outside the house.
I don’t
remember leaving the house in the first place.
The
sun is shining in the sky, and the weather is fine.
I
continue my walk and head down some random street.
I walk
around this street, and it feels like pretty alien.
There
is hardly anybody around, and the air is different.
Some
random woman greets me, and she soon walks over.
This
woman and I wind up chatting to each other for a bit.
However,
my phone’s alarm wails, 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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