Bridge Town
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I notice I’m on the bus.
As always, I don't recollect taking a bus.
In addition, the bus stops in a small town.
I am astounded by the sight of this place.
This town appears to be from a fantasy.
I decide to explore. I want to have a bite.
I eat at a great restaurant in the town centre.
The burgers at this eatery are acceptable.
However, all of this seems too familiar to me.
I have déjà vu. It’s like I’ve been here before.
The phone rings, 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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