Wrestling with Affection
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I'm in a fast-food joint.
Naturally, I don't recall visiting here. I shrug.
I see my meal is already on the table for me.
I’ve got a burger, fries, and a banana milkshake.
I shrug. I decide to dig in to my greasy supper.
Suddenly, three female wrestlers sit next to me.
I don’t know why I fascinate these wrestling cuties.
The ladies seem interested in getting to know me.
Heck, I let these lovely ladies have some fries.
A random bell rings, and I instantly 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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