Dream or Scream - Original Writing :: Papers

Dream or Scream - Original Writing The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close a drowsy silence lay over the small houses in Forest Gate. Cars that were usually gleaming stood stale in their and lawns, deprived of their usual car washes. The inhabitants of forest gate lay in their houses in the shade, windows thrown wide open in the hope of acquire a non-existent breeze. I awoke suddenly full of adrenaline, I rose in my bed so fast that I did not see the wall above me, my head hit the wall so hard that it was like I was hit with a hammer over the head. A few seconds later I got up with my face all screwed up in my hands, where I had hit my head on the wall hard. I slowly opened my eyes and so walked over to the mirror, where I looked inside thinking of why I had woken so early, eager for that day to come I had waited a whole century for this scrap to come. I turned left and looked desperately forth of my window. It was like the day was painted all over again, the grass in my backyard sun-bleached with brightness. Whilst I stood there gazing out of the window engaged in deep thought of why my enthusiasm grew within me. As I looked down to the laminated floorboards that were growing lighter as the convulse outside grew paler it had just then hit me that I was going to India for the first time in my life. It was that second that I had reacted and straight away I began to floss my teeth, brush them, and then I jumped into the shower. Around ten minutes later I ran down eagerly to see if anyone was awake, all of a sudden I came to a halt as though being pushed back aggressively, at the sight of what I was seeing, in the room opposite the bottom of the stairs (leading from the third gear floor to the second), my insides burned with flaming fire.