A Drunken Date
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in a strange bar.
Yet, I do not recall going to a bar. It’s a small place.
I cannot walk properly as I have had a few too many.
A Rocker woman approaches me and holds me steady.
The Rocker lady reminds me she is my blind date.
My date then tells me it is now time to call it a night.
My partner leads me out of the bar, and we head home.
However, my phone’s alarm goes off, and I soon 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.
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