Medical Meeting
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I'm outside the house.
As always, I don't recall leaving the house.
My parents are with me. I ask for an explanation.
We need to go to the local pharmacy in town.
Naturally, we enter our local pharmacy building.
Apparently, I need to be here for an appointment.
I tell the receptionist I'm here to treat my headache.
The receptionist goes into the back to get my pills.
I retrieve the migraine pills from the reception area.
My parents and I leave the pharmacy, 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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