THE DREAM

Once upon a time the lives of humans were about to change. BUT...

Laira Newson woke up this morning feeling rather tired than jolly like she always was. She tried getting out of bed but it seemed impossible, so after much persuasion on her self she decided to take a short nap when she had a very weird dream where she felt that the sun was been draged away from the earth mile by mile. She immediately snapped out of her dream " oooh no, this is bad, whenever I have this type of dreams, they always come true, what should I do now?" she questioned her self. She struggled to get on her feet, so she could go to her work place where she worked as an assistant reporter for BBC .

There was only one person she could tell and that was her co-ordinator at bbc, Mr Charles Dickens. she made her way to work and she told him but he suggested she tried seeing the company psychologist maybe she was going nots. She was very certain that her dream will come through but in another hand, how could it be possible? that was the one question in her mind.

As any other day was she left work at six pm and as usual the streets of New York City were as busy as bees. she walked down the street in a daze deep in her thoughts. when suddenly a man closed her nose with a cloth intoxicated with waffle smell of perfume and just like that unconsciousness took over.