Another Breakdown
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I realize I am in a classroom.
Heck, I'm not sure what I'm doing here. It’s bizarre.
I see I'm still wearing a grey janitorial uniform.
I shrug. I clean the English classroom. I whistle.
My former classmates crowd into this small room.
The teacher arrives last. They have a major meltdown.
Everyone in the room cowers beneath their desks.
I hide in the storage room until the heat subsides.
I hear the teacher smashing everything in the room.
When the school bell rings, I suddenly leave the dream.
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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