Moving Merchandise
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears; I soon see I am at work.
However, this is not my usual workplace.
I see I am in a warehouse area instead.
A co-worker reminds me I work here.
Heck, I am wearing the same uniform.
I shrug. I help deal with a recent delivery.
We suddenly have a box of men’s T-shirts.
I am told this isn’t exactly what we ordered.
So, I decide to visit the manager’s office.
However, the manager isn’t in the office.
I enter the closet and get sucked inside.
My alarm 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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