Cinema Cleaning
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I am not in my bedroom.
I look around. I notice I'm back in the movies.
Naturally, I cannot recall why I am here.
I see that I'm wearing the same uniform.
The boss, a stocky man, soon approaches me.
I am reminded that I need to do some cleaning.
Of course, the boss sounds rather patronising.
Reluctantly, I return to my cleaning tasks.
My coworker tells me they hate working here.
One of the workers advises we relax a little.
Heck, I join a group in the small break room.
The alarm goes off, and I quickly 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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