Cook With Craig
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I’m now in my home.
However, everything feels pretty odd.
It seems like life is like a video game.
Of course, I do not believe I've free will.
Someone is influencing my movements.
I feel like doing some quick cooking.
So, I casually enter the small kitchen area.
Cooking is exactly like a rhythm game.
Cheesy music plays in the background.
I'm experiencing a sense of déjà vu.
The task is to make some pancakes.
The gamer repeatedly fails the challenge.
I leave the kitchen, and hence 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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