The
Garage Gig
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke dissipates and I end up at someone’s house.
Nevertheless,
I do not recall going to this mysterious house.
The
first person I see is a teacher from my old school days.
My
teacher calls for someone, and a random dude appears.
The
dude and I are instructed to clean the teacher’s garage.
The
dude and I grab some stuff and start the cleaning gig.
The
job doesn’t actually take too long, and we are finished.
The
teacher says we did a poor job, and I feel super guilty.
My
phone’s alarm goes off and I am ripped from 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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