Monkey Sadness
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I see I am in a tiny café.
As always, I do not remember coming here at all.
I am sitting at a table nursing a little hazelnut latte.
My pal Jack appears, and he’s got a monkey friend.
Jack sits at the same table as me. He looks pretty sad.
Jack says his monkey pal has depression. Poor, tiny chap.
My heart breaks. I want to see a smile from the monkey.
Nothing I say or do improve the monkey's sour mood.
My phone’s alarm goes off, and I’m pulled from the 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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