Near-Death Elevator
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I’m in an office building.
I don’t recall leaving the house. I shrug it off.
I find and enter an elevator. I press the 1F button.
The doors close. The machine whirs and plummets.
I scream. I bang against the wall. I barely survive.
The doors open. I leave the elevator; I feel sore.
People crowd around to help me; they examine me.
I can see how everyone is going to die; I panic.
Everywhere I go, I can see visions of death.
I run out of the building, and 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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