Medical School Cleaning
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I appear in a medical school.
I am not alone. I see that one of my mates is with me.
We’re both wearing grey overalls and have our gear.
It seems we have to clean this popular medical school.
However, we do not exactly have a lot of time to do so.
I have to mop a particular corridor by myself, though.
The mop bucket I am using is really hard to operate.
I barely get most of the rooms done in my corridor.
The school bell rings loudly, and my dream ends.
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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