The Big Office Clean
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I'm in an office space.
The door opens. I see an old school friend.
My friend says we should clean the office.
Yet, I don't remember signing up for this job.
I dare not argue. I decide to help clean up.
I turn on the radio to motivate us both.
The radio plays music from the eighties.
I soon vacuum the blue office carpets.
I see my friend wiping down the surfaces.
We empty the bins throughout our sections.
My phone alarm abruptly wakes me 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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