My Dream
One more weary morning straight on my face. Why dear orange ball? Doesn't your neck hurt monotonously rising from east every single day. Oh sorry, I forgot you don't have neck you just have a huge round tummy. Oh damn it! you are heating my pillows as usual. I hate you! Then as usual I leave the oven and went to brush my teeth. Then, I waited for the call from my love. After a crisp 2 min talk, I got into my daily chores and then started for my office. I boarded one of those cuboids which faltered its way through the half eggs and the radially cut thin sliced fruits – which people call scooters. I finally alighted to office. After being perfectly lackey and servile I was adieu-ed by the sardonic smiles from my colleagues when I was leaving the office. Searching for a human soul I started walking to the bus stop. Here comes the twist in my day – the turning point of this story. "My lord! please save that child. She is completely trapped under the Double-Decker bus.&qu