Dear Diary,

I had a dream today.

It was a good dream.

But atlas,

it was nothing more,

Than a dream...

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I dreamed of the end of the world.

There was a rock the size of the moon hurtling towards the Earth.

There were these, bionic people, a girl and two boys.

The girl could run fast. One boy was strong. The other boy was smart.

I fell in love with the one who was smart.

They got trapped in a room oozing with toxic waste.

Their bionics saved them. They turned into air. Ghost maybe.

There was this glass plane. It was fogged up. I wrote 'I love you' on it. The smart boy replied.

'I love you too' he replied.

He was able to get his shape back. He held me. He hugged me tightly.

He wouldn't let me go. I loved the sensation of his arms around me.

I like hugs. Is that weird.

Well I gazed into his eyes. Our lips met. The rock hit Earth and I woke up with a start.

It was a good dream. Only a few bugs.

-We all died

- I had to wake up and live

that was wrong with that dream.

Sadly, it was only a dream. I wish it had been real. Even the rock.

What's wrong with me?

Love,

Rosie

P.S. I might not send more letters. I'm going to drink some sleep syrup. I want to redream that dream. By some, I mean the whole bottle.