Formal Dinner Party
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I'm hanging out with Mick.
I received a phone call. So I answer my phone.
My friend Dylan yells. I missed their party.
I did not know I was attending a dinner party.
I hung up. I'm suddenly in a dining hall.
It's Dylan's dinner party. Time has changed.
I'm not sure how I changed time, but I did.
I'm dressed in a nice suit, and I look good.
We all sit down. We eat the fine food, too.
My phone alarm goes off, and I soon 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.
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