Bus Depot Office
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I realize I am outside.
Yet, I don’t recollect leaving my residence.
I observe I am near to the bus terminal.
I need to get home, so I go to the bus station.
To my amazement, the bus terminal is different.
The terminal resembles a large postal office.
I notice postal workers and bus drivers.
So I go straight to the bay where my bus is.
My bus finally arrives, and I gently board.
I pay the fare, thank the driver, and seat down.
When the bus departs the station, the dream fades.
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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