Reality of Dreams

I woke up on a bright Monday morning, the sun beaming at me. I pushed my comforter away from my chest, on to my knees, and put my feet on the carpeted floor of the room. I slipped my gray, furry slippers on and headed my way towards the bathroom. I rinsed myself with the freezing cold water and poured the shampoo and soap until I was fully cleaned. I suited myself up for school. I was dressed in my uniform�"plain and long.
“Morning mom!” I mirthfully said and pecked her cheek. “Dad.” I moved closer to him and kissed his forehead. I sat on the rusty wooden chair between them. They were eating their favorite breakfast: bread and coffee.
“How was your sleep?” Mom questioned as I sipped my chocolate milk.
“The usual, a meaningless dream,” I answered back.
“It’s just a dream until it becomes reality,” Dad said as he put the newspaper down on the table.
“And all dreams fade away once you wake up from your sleep because it turns into reality,” I replied in a calm way. Dad used to make quotations every morning. He believed in the greatness of writing.
A few minutes later, I jumped out of the chair and ascended to my room to grab my bag. I zoomed out of the house and jumped inside of the bus as it waited for me for five minutes.
I received my test paper from last week and I got the highest score! I was inexplicably in awe of my performance. I know my parents would be exultant!
After dismissal, I instantaneously rushed to the school bus and waited for everyone else to hop in. The ride was serene and expeditious. In about forty-five minutes, I have reached my destination�"my home. I ran towards the front door and opened it. I'm so excited to see the look on my mom's face! I excitingly narrated in my mind.
No one was making sounds. No one was cooking. I went ballistic the moment I found out my parents are not inside of the house. Where are they? I perched on the black leather couch and buried myself in tears as I express my distinct sorrow. I was getting my hopes too high.
I closed my eyes and hoped for my parents to arrive. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I fell in a deep sleep.
I woke up to reality. It was the same sight I had woken up to in my dream. I pushed my comforter away from my chest and slapped my arm as hard as I could. I’m alive! This is a reality! I immediately rushed downstairs, to the kitchen, where we usually dine. I saw everything but happiness.
Empty kitchen, empty living room, lifeless house. Neither mom nor dad was there. I was all alone, in the empty house. I was living the absolute reality. I had taken over the life of an abandoned child.
Maybe that's the purpose of my dream: to discover and unravel the secrets of reality.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I agree with everything Vin says & more. The simplicity of your expression seemed a little childlike when I first started this story, but then I began to see the beauty of your simplicity becuz your storyline is complex & multi-layered. Your straightforward storytelling works well to peel back excess "noise" in your story, so that you are left with the simple delicious nugget of pondering whether a dream can suddenly become a reality like in your story . . . or pondering what it would be like if it did . . . or pondering some time in one's life when this happened. This stripped-down story may seem a little bare-bones, but the important thing is that it evokes a huge world of possibilities to engage your reader. There are a few awkward phrases or word-choices that reflect a tiny bit that english may not be your first language. It is not distracting & most of your english is well-written (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Vin]

It moved from one layer to an other. If you can narrate short stories with such content- you are damn good.
This made something stirring inside me.
You kept it short and great.
Love