Biker Aid
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I'm in a different town.
I am not sure why I’m here. It's so odd here.
I am not alone. I see my mates are here, too.
They remind me we cannot find our way back.
I sighed. I realize that the sun is slowly lowering.
Naturally, some female bikers arrive shortly after.
The ladies bikers help us get to the bus station.
The bus arrived. We may finally return home.
Others are preventing me from getting on.
I have a tantrum, garnering some attention.
My phone goes off, and I leave 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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