Office Official
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears: I am in an office building.
As always, I don't recollect visiting here.
A young Asian woman approaches me.
I am reminded that I am a researcher.
I shrug my shoulders. I get to work.
I park my rear in my cubicle space.
After turning on the computer, I work.
I do not recognize any of these tasks.
I type away, so the boss does not get upset.
The telephone rings. So I answer the phone.
I don’t recognise the person on the other end.
The voice tells me to wake up, so I do.
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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