Unprepared

 

Unprepared

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I find myself in a big classroom.

However, I don’t remember going to a huge classroom.

I am reminded that they have put me on another course.

This is yet another bogus job course I am forced to do.

I do not have any notes about or any stationery at all.

I am forced to use the paper and pens the lecturer offers.

Apparently, we’re on the fifth lesson, but I don’t recall.

I feel a panic attack coming on as I write some notes.

Thankfully, my phone’s alarm goes off and I 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.