The
Blurry Dream
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I see that I am in bar.
However,
I have no recollection of being here.
I
realise that I am in the gent’s room right now.
I
stare at my reflection, and I feel quite confused.
I
leave the gent’s restroom and I look around.
The
bar is alien to me and I don’t recognise anyone.
The
worst thing is everyone looks blurry to me.
I hear
voices, but I do not know who is talking.
I
panic, and I struggle to find the exit to this pub.
Thankfully,
my 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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