Corn Picking
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I realize I am on a farm.
I don't remember going to a tiny farm, though.
Some random farmer carefully approaches me.
This farmer lady reminds me I am a volunteer.
I am given a straw basket. I have to pick corn.
I shrug. I wear my big basket and pick corn.
I feel warm. The cornfield feels like a maze.
I stick with it. I drop the corn cobs into my basket.
I can see a counter for my corn, just like in a game.
My phone alarm goes off. I quickly awake.
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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