I Have A Dream...

Pages flipped past, as my eyeballs worked furiously in their sockets, scanning the pages for the word. Today was the day, August 28, 2063, the day when history would rewrite itself. I looked at the time. “I have 17 minutes to find the word,” I consoled myself, as my hands became blurred and time flew by.

After minutes of desperation, I reached the page at exactly the correct time. I watched, as the word disappeared from the dictionary. A wave of energy passed through the room, as if changing the world. “Racism,” I said for the last time, the word sounded strange once outside my mouth.

I looked outside, there was a person walking by. I could not utter that word; it was completely erased from history. He was from another origin but was no different to me. Not of American or Indian or European or African origin, but was a human bonded by the threads of humanity, the threads which would only strengthen as days go. There was finally peace in the world.

I glanced at the papers near me. “We can’t wait” The title said; The dream had finally, become a reality.

I woke up to find my mother gently tapping me. She said, “The day has come.”