My Familiar
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in a small park.
Strangely, I don’t recall coming to this tiny park.
I am sitting on a bench, enjoying the warm weather.
I whistle a little, and a bird brings me a doughnut.
I am shocked. I don’t know why the bird did that.
The bird gives me a familiar glance, like I know it.
I suddenly remember that this bird is my familiar.
I can hear her soothing voice speaking in my mind.
The alarm goes off, and I wake up from 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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