The Filthy Building
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I appear in a flat building.
I don't remember going inside this building.
My friend appears. He offers me a handshake.
I look around and ask my friend why I am here.
My friend says we need to do some cleaning.
Sadly, the building is quite filthy. It is horrible.
We get started. We need to wipe down the walls.
We clean the floor. We also clean the stairwell.
I'm not sure if I'm getting paid. I hope I am.
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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