Charity Drive
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I see I am not in my house.
As usual, I don’t remember leaving my house.
I see that I’m in a charity shop in the town centre.
My friend from school reminds me why I’m here.
I volunteered to help with a big charity drive.
I do not recall signing up for this, though.
The charity is to help the underprivileged kids.
I help sort donations and sell some great stuff.
I see there are folks from my past helping others.
My phone’s alarm goes off, and I wake up in my bed.
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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