American Studies
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself inside a library.
I do not recall going to a library, which feels peculiar.
Some random people arrive and act like my buddies.
My buddies sit with me, and they prepare their notes.
I ask the random people what I am doing here now.
I am reminded I am studying at an American university.
Naturally, my buddies pass my question off as a joke.
Yet, it feels like I have known these people for ages.
My phone’s alarm goes off and I leave this little 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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