The Vanishing Bar
By Craig Wilson
The smoke has cleared, and I find myself in a bar.
I don't remember going to a bar. This seems odd.
In fact, I'm completely unfamiliar with this bar.
The bar resembles a typical biker hangout.
I see some familiar faces from my past.
My parents are in this fantastic bar, too.
I have one beer, and it tastes remarkable.
The bell rang. We're told we need to leave.
So we leave the bar and greet the dawn.
However, the bar disappears into nothingness.
My phone's alarm goes off, waking me up.
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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