Hotel
Mess
By Craig
Wilson
The
smoke clears, and I realize I am in a hotel.
Of
course, I do not recall ever staying in a hotel.
I
appear to be sitting in the hotel lounge area.
My
friends appear, and they greet me with hugs.
I am
reminded that we are all on a fun, short trip.
I am
summoned to one of the hotel rooms.
I get
there and see my friend’s room was a mess.
Reluctantly,
I clean up, so we don’t get kicked out.
My
phone’s 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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