MY DREAM

All out race to the finish ! Almost there ! Only 20 meters to go ! Only one man stands between me and the Olympic gold. His yellow and green shirt taunting me, making me push harder and harder, but my feet… they hit each other. NOO, I’m falling! All the hard work… gone. One second from the finish, it’s all over.

BAM! A ruler hits my desk. I lift up my head to see who it is. My English teacher is standing there with a tomato colored face, looking like he could kill me. I’m walking through the hall that seems to never end. I’m walking now for what seems like hours. At the end of the hall is a class room. I walk into the class and here I am, back where I started. The teacher asks us a question and I lift up my right hand to answer.

There I am, awake in my bed with my right hand in the air looking like a waking mummy.

Where would one find my idea?

It was cold, spine chilling even. The sky, sand and dust were red. Cliffs and craters littered the ground. A sound comes from a distance. It steals the quite, peaceful glow of this majestic place.

From a distance, there is a small motorized machine. It has six wheels and many solar panels. In the middle left wheel there is a faint squealing sound. This is where the idea is found.

The wheel itself is strong. Someone could even say impossible to take apart. Within the tire is a rim. In the very middle of the rim is a bearing. It is filled with hundreds of little balls. The idea is found piece by piece inside these balls.