The Drinking Contest
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I am in a bar.
I do not remember going to a bar, though.
A few friends appear to meet and greet me.
My friends remind me of our hanging time.
The bar has some really amazing rock music.
I don’t feel like leaving yet. I feel at easy here.
Some lady reminds me I’m in a drinking contest.
Thus, I enter the contest, and I drink the beer.
I get really drunk. I am close to blacking out.
The smoke clears, 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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