Deep Cleaning
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself outside a house.
I do not recall leaving my house. I look around the pad.
I am wearing grey overalls, and so is my good bud.
I am reminded that we are here to clean a house.
We’re getting paid for this gig, so I agree to clean.
So, we get cracking and start cleaning the place.
The party guests arrive too early, and chat to us.
One little kid approaches me and looks creepy.
The kid tells me I do not have long to live.
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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