The Check-Up
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I am in a local clinic.
I am not alone. My father is here with me.
My father says he is here for a quick check-up.
I do not recall. I just go with the flow instead.
Yet, this clinic does not look familiar at all.
It looks like a Japanese clinic. I simply shrug.
No one else looks familiar. This is alien to me.
My Dad is called up. I walk with him, too.
My Dad and I enter the nearest doctor room.
My phone’s alarm goes off, 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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