Cooking Challenge
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I am currently on a beach.
I’m not alone; there are other beach-goers.
The audience cheers for an unknown reason.
A random judge claims I'm a cooking contestant.
I do not recall enrolling as a competitor.
Some monster girl claims to be my girlfriend.
I don't question it too much; the girl is adorable.
As a result, my monster girlfriend helps me out.
My monster girlfriend adds some extra spices.
The judges like the taste of my curry dish.
I split the winnings with my monster girl.
The phone goes off, and I quickly awaken.
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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