My Dream By Abrar Sirohey
I live in a city from where you can see mountains in the distance, with patches of slowly disappearing forests. A big river cuts right through the middle, but the river is murky and polluted. On one rainy day, my family and I decided to sit together and watch a movie of my older brother James’s choice. He picked a documentary about how the world might end. I thought it was a little scary, but a good show nonetheless. After watching it, I had a glass of warm milk and fell fast asleep in my room. My dream started normal enough . . . I showered, got 111
