Existential
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I see I am in my house right now.
Specifically,
I’m in the living room – sitting on the couch.
I look
around, and I don’t know what year it is right now.
Heck,
I am not even sure what age I am at the moment.
In
fact, I kind of wonder if I am dreaming right now.
I walk
around the living room – soaking in the sights.
Everything
feels so real. It feels like I am really here.
As per
usual, my alarm goes off and I leave 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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