Time Period: An Alternate reality
Dream's p.o.v
Alone, I sit at a table in the lunchroom. I am assume nobody likes me because I am autistic.
Drawing angels comforts me. "Hello Dream" Cute Boy God acknowledges me. My nickname for him
is Michael. "Do angels in heaven look like the ones in my drawings?" I ask showing my drawings to
Michael. "They are whatever you imagine them" he responds. "Why can't my life be as easy as
theirs?" I complain. "Your perseverance will inspire others" he prophesys walking away. Right on
cue, my dad who works as an Art teacher at my high school joins me for lunch. He adores my
artwork.