Prologue

I looked around. I was seeing the most unbelievable things I've ever seen. 'I'm probably dreaming.' I told myself again and again. I was standing in front of a house; it looked like two globes, one on top of the other (wow!). The front of the house is made out of glass that the entire living room is visible from outside. Being born with short sight, it's hard to make out the shapes of the furniture inside; through the glass walls, even with my glasses (Not I wanted to sneak a peek). Then again, I'm probably dreaming, why even I pay my attention? But the worst is, I felt it for real, even the wind hitting me, tousling my hair. Does it mean I'm not dreaming?

No matter how much I tried to think this is a dream, I knew better. 'I'll be alright when I opened my eyes –for real. This is just a stupid dream.' I persuaded my brain to believe. But... What if I'm not dreaming?

-Kael