I Got Like Sewing Needles - 1348 Words

It was noon when I woke up. I woke up to honking, drumming, screaming, and clean air. Everything was all blurry, and I saw enormous structures that looked like sewing needles. I pinched my arm, hoping this was all a dream. To my surprise, it was not. At this point, I saw more clearly. And I saw buildings alright; a great deal in fact! There was one huge building that was shaped like a pair of rocket boots, and the rest of the buildings were scattered all across the area. The area was quite large, almost the size of Manhattan, and the shape was quite like it as well. Oh how I love Manhattan. It’s so beautiful. Its culture and liveliness make an island like none other. Anyway, I started walking across the bridge on which I was standing,†¦show more content†¦I saw the complete opposite of what I had seen in the past few hours. I saw a four story rusty red brick apartment that was worn out and covered in mildew. There were two cement buildings and an old internet cafe. The stench was awful and unbearable. I felt goosebumps come up my arm as I stared deep into the street. As I stood, a drop of filthy water from one of the street lights fell down my back, and a tingle and a shiver went down my spine. I also saw dusty ground, and an old house, and it looked awfully similar to mine. Immediately, I hid behind one of the walls as I saw the door move. The door opened, and I saw the person who came out. At first, I was unable to place the person. I knew I had seen them before. But where? Slowly, as realization dawned upon me, I came to a startling conclusion. The person was me. At first, I didn’t really recognize myself. I looked so beautiful, so flawless, so care-free. I looked as if I had it all; all of the worlds riches, and all the worlds solutions were within her possession. I came out from behind the wall. I found myself (the future one of course) picking up coins from the ground. I couldn’t stand looking much longer. I had definitely recognized people from the more pleasant future that I had seen just moments before. I had seen some of my fellow classmates from my years in elementary school, and some even from yesterday at junior high. I just didn’t understand. I thought to