A dream?

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I ran around town, catching any little bugs that I saw with my net. I would have to release them, as my pockets were filled with seashells I had collected from the beach. The time bell rang suddenly. It is now 12:00 pm. I had to get home to mama, who made salad and chicken for lunch. I swung by the recycle shop, Re-tail, and sold the seashells I had collected earlier. I ran past the town hall, past the pear trees, and down the cobblestone path. There I was, sitting at the table, munching on chicken. "munch, munch," It tasted like an autumn feast. you could taste the seasoning, even through the thick ranch dressing from my salad. When I was finished eating, I went to my room to play with dolls. I soon fell asleep on the floor.

I open my eyes. Something felt different. Mama wasn't here. The house was quiet. Mama's calm and faint humming was nowhere to be found. I searched the house when suddenly, the doorbell rang. Maybe it was mama! I ran to the door and opened it to see a lady with beautiful vanilla-colored hair. "Mrs. Mayor! Are you feeling alright?" She said to me. "M-mayor? Do you mean my mother?" I replied. "No silly, you're the mayor!" I was shocked. "No, you mean my mother, right?" I tried to correct her. "Mrs. Mayor, your mother had died 10 years ago, remember?" I invited her in to explain. "Your mother had died when you were 8, and you were too young to take office at the time, so I took over until you were legally old enough to take the role of mayor." Something just didn't make sense here. How was I magically 18? Have I been sleeping for 10 years?

I open my eyes. Phew, it was only a dream. It is now 8:00 pm. I could hear mama's faint humming in the kitchen. Everything had seemed to return to normal. I walk to the kitchen to see mama cooking beef stew. I sit down at the table, waiting for the stew to be served. Mmm, mama's cooking is always the best. All of a sudden, the phone rang. Mama went to get it. "Hello? Oh, Isabelle! Hi! Did you need something?" Isabelle, the name of a beautiful blonde lady who worked as the mayor's personal secretary in the town hall. Then I remembered, this was the same lady I answered the door to in my dream! "Sweetie, my secretary is coming over to talk about the town, are you finished eating?" I nod my head, and go to my playroom.

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