The Fancy Casino
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I see I am not in my home.
I look around and see I am in a huge, fancy casino.
As always, I do not recall going to a fancy casino.
I am not alone. I see my mates are chilling with me.
My mates remind me this is a fun trip we’re having.
I wind up hitting the kids’ section of the casino, though.
Heck, I win some super cute stuffed animals as well.
I wind up trading some stuffed animals with an old friend.
The phone’s 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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