It was on a Sunday Night, I was in a deep Mini vacation, deep inside the best dream of my life well rich, successful, everything finally working out. Then it happened. The “Dream killer” screamed from my bedside. I groaned, slapped at it, but it wouldn’t stop. Reality came rushing back in same room, same struggles, same unfinished plans.

I sat up, on my "Heaven spot" annoyed, and then caught my reflection in the Truth teller. The Truth teller didn’t lie, it showed me who I was becoming. Maybe the "Dream killer" wasn’t destroying my future; maybe it was the truth, pushing me to wake up and chase those dreams in real. Was that a Mischievous >Reality check morning for Me?
Sleep → Mini vacation
Alarm clock → Dream killer
Bed → Heaven spot
Mirror → Truth teller
Monday → Reality check

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