A Sweet Adoption
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I realize I’m in a new house.
Strangely, I don’t recall coming here. It’s odd.
I inspect my reflection; I’m now a pre-teen girl.
Yet I cannot speak. I now suffer from mutism.
My bedroom is full of adorable plush animals.
I leave the bedroom to greet my new family.
My foster parents remind me why I am here.
The parents claim they adopted me recently.
I truly enjoy living in my brand-new home.
They even have a dog that I can play with.
My alarm goes sounded, and I exit 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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