Classroom Cleaning
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I'm in a school.
As always, I don't recall visiting here.
I notice that I am dressed as a caretaker.
A woman claims to be my new supervisor.
I get reminded I need to clean several rooms.
So I vacuum the rooms and empty the bins.
My friends repeat some Simpsons quotes.
Surprisingly, the school resembles a US school.
I'm confused because the outside is in Britain.
My boss briefly tells me to get moving.
Reluctantly, I prepare my cleaning trolley.
I leave both the classroom and 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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