Bad Hair Day
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in a barbershop.
I don’t recall going to a barbershop. I shrug it off.
My hair looks long and desperately needs cutting.
The barber calls my name and I quickly take my seat.
So, I tell the barber to cut my hair up to my chin area.
The barber uses two pairs of scissors and snips away.
However, the barber goes overboard and snips me bald.
I freak out, and I panic because the barber has made an error.
Thankfully, 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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