"Pinkie out!" The white chess piece ordered. She was the queen. Sydney stuck her pinkie finger out and set her teacup down. "No! You are forbidden from putting down your cup! Now we must make a toast!"
"To what?" Sydney asked.
"To toast!" The queen raised her cup.
"How about to pancakes?"
"Toast!" The giant burnt bread shouted. It was sitting across from her holding a teacup with its pinkie out.
"Toast! Toast! Toast!" The other huge piece of toast chanted. They started chanting together.
"Toast! Toast! Toast! Toast! Toast! Toast!"
"Alright, alright, I get it. We'll toast to toast." Sydney raised her cup again. The pieces of bread cheered.
"To toast! The thing that makes the Earth go 'round!" The queen declared.
"And to pancakes, the thing that makes Mercury go 'round!" Sydney added. They all clinked their teacups together.
Suddenly, time froze. A cracked wooden door appeared behind the queen's shoulder. Sydney frowned. She didn't like the look of this door at all. But it didn't matter, if she didn't go now then the door would open itself; and whatever was behind it would come flooding into the dream that she was already in. She flinched, remembering the last time that happened, and opened the door.
The floorboards creaked and a wolf howled outside. Sydney was standing in a dark, dusty attic. It had one window with cracks creeping up the side of it. She looked outside and saw only darkness. She tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. She punched it with all her might, but even with the cracks she couldn't smash it. There didn't look like any other way out. Sydney sank to the ground.
This wasn't just a dream, it was a nightmare.
And Sydney could die in nightmares.
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Reality? No Thanks.
HumorIn real life, the average person spends about twenty five years asleep and dreaming. Sydney was born in the dream world. Some dreams she could control (aka the awesome ones), and others she couldn't. Then there were the occasional nightmares, the dr...
