High School Hotel
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I am in a new hotel resort.
Strangely enough, this hotel looks like my old school.
I am in the big lobby, sitting on a couch; chilling out.
My brothers arrive and remind me what’s happening.
We’re here to unwind and see the sights of the hotel.
So, we head to the front desk and get our room keys.
An old teacher serves us. She complains about the kids.
True to her word, we see lots of school kids in this place.
Thus, my brothers and I soon enter the nearest elevator.
My phone’s alarm goes off, and I immediately 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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