Part of the S.S. Bouncy Spaceship: The Vision . . .

Part of the S.S. Bouncy Spaceship: The Vision . . . 

“Hmmmm . . . ?” I asked myself, waking up from what felt like a long rest.

I looked around me. I wasn't in the bottom of the bouncy house anymore. I was in some kind of... black box, the size of a very small room. I saw people roaming around, doing things that you would see villagers in the 1500's do.

“Now it becomes winter, and work gets harder.” Someone said from behind me.

I turned around to see who it was, but when I did, there was nobody. Instead, there was a sky blue wall, covered in snow. Everything was cold, windy, and covered in snow. I saw a barn nearby. I entered it.

There are few farmers huddled up and sitting on hay. But there were two 10-year-olds, standing up and shivering.

“H-Harry, m-maybe you should go back to the house. M-maybe it’s warmer there,” the girl said to -- I’m guessing -- her brother.

“You don’t need to boss me around, B-Bleepy!” Harry yelled at her.

“I-I was just think-king th-th-that  we should-d --” Bleepy started to say but Harry cut her off.

“Y-you’re not our-r mother, Bleepy! Sh-she’s gone! A-and no one can re-replace her-er. N-not even you, Bleepy . . .” his voice trailed off, but then picked up again, this time talking to one of the farmers. “Owen, I think we should take a break, start it up again tomorrow.”

It was when I turned around to  see who “Owen” was when I was intrigued.

Owen looked like me, but in his early twenties. I stood gawking at him. Owen was milking cows, some mooed in protest.

“Good idea,” another farmer said. “Let's get home so we can see father again.”

“Fine, Aaron,” Owen told him. “We’ll go back, if --  you help me carry these milk pails back. We’ll boil them up, and soon we will be drinking hot milk! Who's with me?!” “I” told them. Aaron and Harry groaned, but a farmer who looked like Ella Norwood (my classmate) sat right up.

“Let's do it!” she announced, and it was only then that I woke up from my dream.