The
Boat Trip
By Craig
Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself in the docks district.
Conversely,
I do not recall going to the docks district.
I'm
currently in what appears to be a boat rental location.
The boat
master explains I am renting a boat for myself.
I pony
up the dough before leaving the shack with the man.
The
man and I get in the boat, and we sail to a new country.
Apparently,
I am heading there to find some great treasure.
My
phone’s alarm goes off, and I quickly wake up in bed.
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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