Friday Fictioneers: While I was Sleeping

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers where each week close to 100 people participate in a flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt.


This week’s photo: Copyright: Santashwriter

And now my 100 word story:

I was deep in sleep but I heard the storm. I heard the wind blowing the branches against the windows and the rain beating down on the roof. I remember thinking or dreaming. (Do you think while you are sleeping or are you dreaming?) Either way I knew it was bad but still I kept on sleeping.

When I woke the sun was shining and the birds were singing. For a moment I had forgotten my dreams, forgot about the storm.

I stepped out onto the front porch and surveyed the damage. Damn recycling was strewn across my yard again.

35 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: While I was Sleeping

  1. What a terrible way to wake up, having to go pick up recycling. 🙂 I’m amazed how seamlessly my alarm can be incorporated into my dreams. The mind is pretty creative.


  2. Don’t you just hate it when that happens? What a mess to clear up.
    I often wake up thinking “was it really windy last night, or was I dreaming?”


  3. Ha. I’m not sure I think when I’m awake. It’s all a dream as far as I can tell–except for the part about the damn trash scattered across the lawn. That part is way too real.


  4. I believe we think when we are dreaming, just putting together the day’s pieces and odds and ends. I think it is a strange sensation when the noises that are actually happening end up in our dreams! Nice one, Dawn.


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