Cutting the Queue
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself back outside.
As usual, I do not know why I'm outside right now.
A friend takes my arm and tells me what's going on.
I'm reminded that we're on our way to a new café.
We enter the café, and my friend finds us a seat.
I stand in line and misjudge how long it will take.
I feel like I've been waiting in this line for a long time.
It’s finally my turn, but some person beats me to it.
I exhale forcefully. The tiny barrister finally serves me.
My alarm goes off, and I awaken from my 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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