Bathroom Flood
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I am in my home.
It isn’t unusual for me to be in my house.
I go downstairs to use the restroom.
I do my business, and I also wash up.
However, the taps will not turn off.
I panic and attempt to fix everything.
Yet, I somehow make matters worse.
The water pours wildly out of the sink.
The bathroom soon fills up with water.
I find it hard to open the bathroom door.
I somehow open the door. I am free.
The water rushes out like a tidal wave.
My phone goes off, 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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