Second Childhood
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I’m not at home.
I notice I’m in a brand-new play centre.
Some employees tell me I’m the new hire.
I shrug. I go to the ball pit and clean it.
When I exit the ball pit, I become a child.
In fact, I'm back to my eight-year-old self.
I use this opportunity to have some fun.
Playing in this centre makes me happy.
Heck, I've made some new pals here too.
I never want to leave this wonderful centre.
The alarm goes off, and I leave my 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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