Garbage Tub
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in my room.
It’s a Saturday, and it’s time for me to shower.
So, I grab my towel and make my way down.
I open the bathroom door, and I am mortified.
Someone filled the bathtub with rubbish and guts.
I can smell decomposing, which makes me sick.
I drop the towel and sadly throw up in the toilet.
When I compose myself, I reluctantly clean up.
Cleaning the tub takes me a really long time.
When the tub is finally clean, my alarm goes off.
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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