Downstairs in the living room, it is quite. The curtains block the sun from hitting my eyes. I sit in a wooden rocking chair, set by the window. I’m able to watch the wind catch …show more content…
I run down the stairs that only had three steps. I wander into the living room, and my 5 year old brother with blonde hair and blue eyes, is playing on the floor with mini Tonka trucks. In the kitchen is my mother cooking breakfast. Outside there are clouds and rain on the ground. I look at my father who is sitting quietly in the wooden rocking chair, the same chair that I was just sitting in. I stop and look at all of my surroundings. This seems like the same place I was just in five minutes ago. I sit in the couch that has mini scratch marks in it from the two dogs jumping on the pillows that I sat upon. I get scared and panic. Again I start to sweat and my face turns red, like a light that sits on top of the fire truck when it rushes to a burning house.
I can’t quite figure out why I saw what I saw. It must have been a dream, at least which is what I thought it was. I sat there thinking I will never really figure out what I was trying to get at. But this was no ordinary dream. See, two weeks later I entered a room at a function I attended. Everyone knew my name, I wasn’t all too sure who they were. And there were three things that I stood in front of me. My future, my present