I looked in the MIRROR shocked not to see my shocked expression. Pinching my cheeks, I forced myself to wake up from this absurd dream. I went back to bed closed my eyes and got back up. There in the mirror was my messy bed, my messy desk,my chair, my messy floor, the spotless roof, the pale blue walls, my RABBIT who had just woken up, but not me! I rushed down the stairs slamming my parents door open. They looked towards me but it was clear I wasn’t what they were looking at. I could feel their eyes drill through me. Maybe I was just paranoid. Maybe I was just dreaming of that book I read about a boy, Bobby, who became invisible. I ran upstairs avoiding the creepy eyes of my parents who were staring back at the stairs where they heard loud stomps coming from nowhere. To stunned to pay attention, I tripped on the last step. Falling hard I was sure I twisted my ANKLE. I looked down the stairs as my vision began to blur, just being able to make out the worried looks on my parents faces as they ran up the STAIRCASE before I blacked out.
My eyes opened only to see my rabbit looking down at me with its beady eyes. I looked around realizing I was in my room. The memories flooded back to me. I closed my eyes afraid to get up. My fears were like an ELEPHANT ready to trample on me the second I looked in the mirror. It didn’t take me long to realize a while later that I was back in my bed, which made this all a dream. I began to laugh at my silliness. it would be a normal day. I would get up like usual and put my bread in the TOASTER. I would be ready for school by 8:00 and leave with my parents. together we would head to the elevator and I would press the ARROW facing downwards. I would sit in the front and enjoy the ride as normal. I would be able to see my friends again and they could see me. My parents would stop by for their usual COFFEE. The strong smell would wake me up. Finally opening my eyes, I stood up. I walked over to the mirror. It stumbled as my ankle and SPINE hurt. A second later I heard someone coming up the stairs. I looked beside me at the digital clock that read “10:00”. I ran hiding my self under the covers.
“Did I sleep in?” I thought to myself.
The door swung open and my mom walked in giving me a worried look. She waved at me with the large BUCKET she had in her hand which I use to throw up in when I’m sick. She felt my forehead.
“Are you feeling okay?”
That’s when I realized it wasn’t all a dream. I stumbled over to the mirror. Looking inside I noticed I wasn’t there and neither was Mom.
My mother smiled at me,”You like what Aunt Agnes painted you. Your very own room.”
I stared at the painting. I was speechless.