Sweet Duet
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears; I appear in a Jazz Café.
I do not recall going to this Jazz Café at all.
A friend of mine reminds me I work here.
My friend speaks the truth; I do work here.
Thus, my friend and I go back to work.
The manager tells my friend and me to sing.
My friend and I do a little duet together.
The crowd is excited to see us both sing.
I see my robot friend is watching us sing.
Sadly, my friend gets a pretty bad virus.
The phone goes off, and I soon 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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