Running Late

 

Running Late

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I soon awoke in bed.

I don't recognise the bedroom I'm chilling in.

In fact, I'm not in bed. I'm lying on the floor.

Well, I'm lying on a big, spare mattress.

An alarm goes off. I almost got stepped on.

This is my friend. She says we are late for school.

My friend and I hurriedly put on our uniforms.

We rush out the door. We lock up the place.

We hurried through town to get to our school.

When I walk through the school gates, I wake 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.