The Friendly Dog
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I am in a park.
I do not recall going to a park, though.
I sit on a bench, and I decide to rest.
A random dog sits on the bench, too.
The good dog rests its head in my lap.
Many people randomly crowd around.
People take turns petting this little dog.
I get reminded of this is a famous dog.
Heck, even I get a turn petting the dog.
The dog gets up and runs off somewhere.
My phone’s alarm rings, and 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.
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