Mop Head Donation
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see that I’m at work.
Yet, the workspace appears completely off.
The building resembles an American clinic.
Heck, my coworkers appear different as well.
One co-worker approaches me and is distressed.
My colleague says we’ve run out of mop heads.
I find it difficult to contact my supervisor.
A bus load of kids soon arrives outside.
The kids pile in, donating their mop heads.
Of course, we thank the children for their help.
I head to the elevator, to continue my job.
After entering the elevator, I leave 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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