A Clean Getaway
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in a prison cell.
I do not recall what I did, but I am really terrified.
I do not remember being taken to a prison at all.
My heart races. My legs feel like jelly. I need to go.
My cell door suddenly opens, and the alarm sounds.
I take this opportunity to break out of this joint.
I knock out a random cleaner and steal his uniform.
I avoid the guards and make my way to the rear exit.
Somehow, I make a clean getaway and exit 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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