Millie's Message
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I am at a school dance.
I ask some random teacher why I am here.
They remind me I am here as a chaperone.
I shrug. I walk around and find some kids.
They tell me they love reading my stories.
I assume the kids mean my dream stories.
A girl with glasses, Millie, soon talks to me.
Thus, Millie claims she’s a fan of my work.
Millie tells me I need to talk to my daughter.
I’m confused. I don’t think I have a daughter.
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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