Hotel Bonding
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I am not home.
Heck, this looks like a fancy hotel bar.
I am currently with my great friends.
My mates remind me we are relaxing.
Apparently, this is a yearly tradition.
However, I do not recall this as a reality.
We're really intoxicated and quite happy.
Heck, some strangers join us for a drink.
We end up discussing our favourite shows.
After that, we stumble back to our rooms.
I enter my room, but I collapse on the bed.
The alarm goes off, and I exit 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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