I was sitting in math class.
"Can I borrow a pencil?" the girl beside me asks.
"Sure, let me find one."
I dig through my bag not really expecting to find one. But after awhile I pull out a blue pencil.
"Here you go!" I say politely.
"Thanks."
The End.
That was really my dream. No joke.

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Dream State
Historia CortaThis a collection of the dreams I have, compiled into short stories. (These are all true dreams i have, and i try to write them without bias.)