The dream. It was happening again. the sky was a bright blue and the day was perfect, young Kay probably two years old, was sitting on the rug playing with dolls. Her mother sat humming a soft tune and reading a book. Kay adored her mother. She was beautiful and she sang songs that reminded Kay of meadows. She started humming along, making her dolls sway to the tune. she grinned at her mother.
"Momma"
She said in a loud voice. Her mother looked up and smiled.

That's when it happened. A huge crash shattered the windows, shook the apartment, and everything started crumbling. She heard her father shout, her mothers blood curdling scream. And that's when Kay woke up.
It alway happened like this, Kay had been getting the dream for about a month now and nothing changed, same dress, same doll, same song for Petes sake! Kay sighed and got out of bed. Her mom had died in a car cash when Kay was three, she knew word for word the story, for she had asked so many times as a child. she looked at the time on the clock
6:12
It read.
"Might as well get up for school" she murmured to herself sleepily and stood up. She had a feeling today was gonna be a long day.