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I had a dream. Dreams are for sleepers, and I was awake. Thus, I had a daydream. Daydreams are for dreamers, and I am a dreamer. I had a dream.<br><br>We have rain. All the time. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. But we have no clouds. We have no sun. We have no moon. We have no stars. I don’t know what the world used to be like, but I wish it would come back. I miss the sun. I miss the stars. I miss the clouds and the moon. I even miss the night.<br><br>I want to feel grass beneath my feet and know that it is warm from the sun. The only grass that I know is the stuff that grows in greenhouses. It’s cold. It’s dead. It’s nothing. But it looks like the depictions that I’ve seen of the stuff that used to grow outside. I want to know what it’s like to walk down a street, in the sun, feeling its warm rays on my skin. But I can’t. The streets are cold. They’re dead. They’re nothing.<br><br>I live in a city. I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve been outside. I’ve been in the rain. I hate it. It’s cold. It’s dead. It’s nothing. It’s better to be inside where it’s warm. Where there is light. Where there is life.<br><br>I work in a factory. An observatory, really. I’ve always loved the stars. I look through the massive windows that line the room, out into the sky. There’s nothing to see, but I wish that there was. I wish that there was a sun. I wish there were clouds. I wish there were stars. I wish there was a moon. I want to know what all of those things looked like, shining down on Earth. I think it would be beautiful.<br><br>But it’s raining. It’s always raining. I look out into the downpour, wishing that I could see the sun shining down on me. I imagine what it would look like. I imagine its warm rays on my skin. I imagine its bright light in my eyes. I can almost see it, hiding behind the rain.<br><br>Almost.