The Super Spa
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I am no longer home.
I’m in what appears to be a posh health spa.
Some random lady tells me I need to work.
However, I do not recall having a job here.
I look, and see I’m wearing the spa uniform.
Thus, I return to the expensive gift shop.
I thus sell some expensive trinkets to people.
The customers are typical wealthy individuals.
Honestly, I feel out of place here. I exhale.
My watch beeps to indicate that it’s break-time.
Thus, I enter through the nearest staff door.
My alarm goes off, and I quickly 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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