My Dream, Liza Cook [books for 5 year olds to read themselves .txt] 📗

Okay, so before I start this story I believe that it should be known this this all came to me in a dream. My mind often leads me down dark rabbit holes so I don't know how this will turn out. I will put a warning before chapters that I think are particularly dark so you will be warned. I also want to stress that my mental condition is fine, I do not have any illnesses that make it so I need to see a therapist. So without further ado, let's begin.

 My manager told me I needed to meet him in Chicago, didn't say why just told me to meet him there. Typical Jim, always springing things on me at the last minute, well at least it's a decent plane. The seats were made out of a faux leater and reclined back with an ajustable massage setting, the mini fridge next to me was full of my favorite Mt.Dew and Babybell cheese. My manager had rented me this private jet to meet him in Chicago and I was enjoying the view of the seemingly toy sized buildings when I heard a voice say, "We are now landing." as the plane went down I spotted my manager off to the side standing by some storage buildings. He was leaning againt the building fiddling with something in his jacket, he looked almost nervous and that was weird because the manageer that I knew was normally cool and collected telling me to go to this promotion instead of another and it was weird to see him so stressed.

Publication Date: 11-28-2016

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