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.