American Invite

  

American Invite

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I’m not at home.

I see American street signs everywhere I look.

I don’t remember coming to America.

Heck, I'm astonished I have a passport.

A tall guy quickly approaches me.

He reminds me that I’m here on holiday.

I don’t recall signing up for this, though.

Two guides have to look after me.

First, I want to see the popular sights.

I can't wander too far away, though.

My guides lead me to the nearest hotel.

I can't help but admire the tall buildings.

The alarm goes off, and I abruptly awaken.

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.