My
Private Secretary
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself in my home.
My
house looks like a small office building instead.
I
don't recall why my house resembles a company.
I head
upstairs and I want to have a quick lie down.
My
bedroom is an office, belonging to a woman.
The
mysterious woman wears a suit and look smart.
The
woman reminds me that she is my assistant.
I am
told that my meeting deadline is pretty soon.
I
request for her to call my client to reschedule.
I
quickly leave the office, and I leave the room.
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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