Dinner Meeting
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I notice I am not home.
Right now, I'm in a beautiful restaurant.
As always, I don't remember arriving here.
I see I'm dressed in a nice suit. I look good.
A server reminds me I'm currently on a date.
I don't recall establishing a date, however.
A female voice suddenly cries out my name.
My date is an anthropomorphic wildcat.
The wildcat wears a long, lovely gown.
Surprisingly, I do not recall meeting her.
My date claims she has always known me.
Heck, the cat lady admits she loves me.
My phone 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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