My Dream.

My Dream.(patrick) I'm new to storystar, and this is my first write.

The story...

I was early to the station, but I met a crowd of passengers, all lined up for what I wanted; they wouldn't lend me kindness. Amidst the long cue, I screwed my self, and like a shrew's fragrance, I accrued till i was stock, face to face with my travel ticket, yet my hands were too short to grasp it.

"Let me pass!" I asked. But it fell on deaf ears... They want what I want. Just then, I held up my feet. Firmly I kicked, and my fist pooled and the dust cooled.

"Your ticket?"

"Yes!" I answered.

"You folks must be wicked," I had complained. "I long for my family this weekend, but you wouldn't let me journey in merry." I got no response to my comment as I occupied a seat. Thence, the journey moved, and we too moved along with it. On and on, and... Can't recall what happened afterwards. It was just a mirage; a day-dream. But at least, I slept with my eyes open.

I woke up to realise the meaning of my dream: it meant as long as I remain determined, the sky would be my threshold.