A dream that made me miss the bus.

            Quietly, but loud enough, my mom's gentle voice rang in my ears, prying open my eyes.
            "Its time to get up for school."
             After confirming to my mom that I was awake, I ever so slowly rolled over trying to pry my dog and blanket off me. Watching me battle with my bed is like watching a turtle race a snail up a hill. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but let's just say it's not fast. After dressing and breakfast , I snatched my bag checking for everything. Finally I was out the door with my brother heading toward the bus stop. Today wasn't going so bad. I had time to hang out with my two-year-old sister and I'm on time for the bus. Chatting and joking with my brother, the bus rounded the corner grabbing my attention. Smiling to myself, I prepared to board the veichle when a voice boomed out sending me flying. The bus and all surroundings became smaller and smaller, until it faded away into a minuscule speck as I went tumbling into this dark abyss.

                  "How many times do I have to tell you?! It's seven thirty, you're going to miss the bus!"
                   Pondering how I dreamt all that, I forced my sore muscles to move as I lept out of my bed sending my covers flying and catching my little sister who was jumping on me. Shoveling down breakfast, I silently cursed me realistic dreams. Hastily throwing on clothes aimlessly, I realized  how terrible it would be to be late for my math test and ride to school with a tired and angry parent. Ignoring the impatient glances from my brother, I was out the door sprinting to the bus. I breathed a heavy sign of relief as the bus just rounded the corner. Trying to board the bus, my legs became led as I fell hanging onto a ledge (I have no idea how it got there, but I saw the bus dissolve into ash as I fell).

                   This time I didn't open my eyes. I knew exactly what was coming. Wincing as the words materialized in my ears, I reluctantly listened to my dad's disapproving  voice remarking dryly, "It's
seven forty five. You missed the bus." Groaning, I rolled out of bed contemplating on single thought. This is going to be a bad day.

Note: This is based on a true story.