It was a dream like no other. Never had he dreamt of a field with grass so green, and a sky so blue. Never had a dream ever felt so real. He could feel the grass beneath his feet and between his toes; feel the wind across his face; breathe in the air so fresh. It reminded him of the movies where people go to a field of greeny grassy goodness, and danced, and sang. It felt good. And he saw a little white creature hopping across the field towards him. At first he couldn't make out what it was, except that it was little, and... white. Yeah. As it got closer, he realised that it was in fact a cute, furry, little, white, rabbit. It came up to him, seemingly without fear; and when it was right in front of him, it stood up on its hind legs and look at him with those rabbity red eyes. The way the rabbit looked at him while standing on its hind legs and twitching its nose made him laugh. It was positively comical. He wondered if the rabbit would start talking like in the Alice in Wonderland cartoon he watched the other day. He moved to pick up the rabbit, and was surprised that the rabbit didn't bolt as most rabbits in the real world would. Oh yeah, he forgot for a moment that he was in a dream. It felt so real after all. The rabbit let itself be picked up. He cuddled it close to his chest. The rabbit felt soft and warm in his arms. As he brought his face down to rub against the fur of the rabbit, he briefly saw a blur of orange before feeling a stabbing pain in his left eye. That's when he started screaming and everything turned to black. +++ "William, you're going to be late for school!" yelled the Mother of William. What's that boy doing? I'd better go check up on him. The Mother walked up the stairs where the Room of William was located. Various reasons for the tardiness of William ran through her head. Most favourable would be that he overslept, which is still not a good thing but is still definitely better than being sick. No mother would want her child to be sick. When she reached the Door to the Room of William, she knocked first and called "William?" because that was standard protocol before entering anyone's room; and it was simply good manners. No answer. So she reached for the doorknob and opened the door. What she saw next made her scream, cry, faint, run. All at the same time. You would too if you saw the lifeless body of your son, with a face frozen in a scream, a carrot jammed into his left eye socket, and blood. | 
