The day was perfect. The sun was at its glorious best, with the clouds mimicking sleek white threads, as if emaciated, across the pale blue cloth of the hanging sky. With no warning whatsoever, something touched you faintly on the head, and then your shoulder. There was a shriek, a queer sound you made once you saw what it was. You turned instinctively, curiousity levels up a notch with adrenaline engines in overdrive. It was a fifty dollars bill!

You look up, head throbbing with expectancy, eyes furious with joy and wonderment. The sky was indeed raining dollar bills, hundreds of them, all falling and fleeting like its traditional rival called rain. As your hands reach out to claim your prize, your long awaited dream to build dreams, you find yourself losing consciousness. The sky grew hazy and bleak, with the sun consumed by the blanket of swirling mist, which gradually crawled its way to the ground where you were standing.

An irritating, yet familiar sound broke the dearth silence as you enter into a state of coma like submission. The sound grew louder and louder, as if the decibels were increasing exponentially, threatening to tear apart your eardrums, threating to render you deaf.

You squirmed, stretched, and a jolt of light broke through the walls of the inky darkness that you’re submerged in. You blinked, you shielded yourself, you took a moment to recover from this sudden attack of migraine like pain. You began to look around amidst the cacophony of car horns and noisy birds and an occasional random drum beat; oh yes, its time to wake up and go to school.

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