Class Justice
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I'm in a classroom.
I see I am surrounded by many small kids.
Heck, I realize I'm a child. This feels bizarre.
We're holding a class trial. My friend is in trouble.
My friend got accused of stealing someone's lunch.
I do my best. I prove my friend is truly innocent.
I present evidence. I contradict the so-called witness.
It turns out the janitor accidentally discarded the lunch.
Fortunately, my friend gives me a “Thank You” hug.
The bell rang. Thus, I am pulled out of 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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