Late Breakfast
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I am in a fancy home.
Strangely enough, I do not recall coming here.
I crawl out of the bed. I carefully head downstairs.
This house is unfamiliar; it looks really fantastic.
I go into the kitchen, and I see one of my brothers.
My brother reminds me we live in this house.
Thus, I make myself a late breakfast and sit down.
I enjoy the cereal and take a sip of the coffee.
My brother explains what his plans are for today.
The alarm goes off, and I soon wake up again.
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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