Stuck in the Station
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself outside the house.
As always, I do not remember leaving the house at all.
In fact, I see I am in what appears to be a bus station.
There’s no one around. I’m alone. I hate this a lot.
The bus station doesn’t look familiar to me at all.
I walk around slowly, hoping to find the fire exit.
Every distorted shadow makes me gulp in fear.
I rush through the double doors and head for an exit.
My alarm goes off, and I am 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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