Soap Haul
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I am inside my
house.
It is not odd to be in my home right now.
I need to
go downstairs to have a drink.
Sadly, I struggle to get to the
kitchen.
There are piles of boxes everywhere.
It's
difficult to navigate through the house.
I see there are soap
bars in the packaging.
Who the heck purchased so much soap?
I
choose to remove one box at a time.
The task almost seems
never-ending.
To my dismay, the soap reappears.
Something
feels quite wrong here.
My alarm goes off, and I 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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