Work Clones

  

Work Clones

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears: I am not at home now.

I can tell I'm in a massive office building.

Oddly enough, I recollect nothing. I shrug.

I’m wearing a suit. I work in a small cubicle.

My coworkers seem to be extremely busy.

I follow suit, typing away at my computer.

A colleague reminds me it's break time.

So unwillingly, I decide to have a rest.

Walking to the canteen, I see an odd door.

I enter the room. I see humans in large vats.

Clones surround me. I feel uneasy right.

I race down the halls to avoid the clones.

I enter the elevator and exit the dreamscape.

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.