Boredom washed over Mira, and she finally submitted to the tide that lapped around her, pulling her into a sea of dreams. She floated there, gazing at a sky of stars, spread across the sky like a blanket. As she was washed ashore, she felt stones, almost like the keys of a computer, under her cheek. She moaned softly, trying to get comfortable.
Her chair wheeled backwards, and a few people giggled at the girl. She was Mira; cobalt eyed, brown haired oddball of the class, who always fell asleep in her IT class. But now, as the teacher shook her, she would not wake.