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BROKEN DREAM

Olivia hated the night. It wasn’t because she was afraid of the dark or monsters under her bed. The night was the saddest time because it was when she saw other people’s perfect life.

As soon as her mum turned off the light, Olivia took her phone. She endlessly scrolled VK and TikTok. Everything there was perfect: Steve won a competition, blogger Katie was showing her hundreds of new toys, Lucy was dancing in front of the sea... Olivia looked at them and felt that her life was gray, boring, and wrong.

One night, while she was scrolling, she came across a weird video. On screen was only one phrase: "If you feel sad, tap the screen three times." Olivia chuckled, but she still tapped.
One. Two. Three.

The screen didn't turn off. It... flowed. The phone screen became liquid, like jelly, and suddenly small woman with silver hair came out of it. She was as tall as Olivia's pinky.

«Who are you?» Olivia whispered.
«I am Slumbery. I take care of dreams,» the woman said in a tiny voice. You sent too much sadness into the screen and burned a hole in the storage of children’s dreams!»

Slumbery took Olivia's finger, and Olivia entered the phone. A second later they were walking through the dark tunnel. Everywhere were screens displaying videos from social media.

«Look!»Slumbery pointed to the right.
«Do you know that the boy who won the competition actually hates this sport? Anyway his parents make him do it.»
«But what about these toys?» Olivia pointed to Katy’s video.
«Katie cries every night because she doesn't have any friends. Her toys are the only thing that makes her feel less lonely.»
Olivia didn’t know what to say.

The tunnel ended and they came to incredible place. It was like a huge factory made of clouds and old video cassettes. Dreams were flying around. Some were colorful, like cartoons. Others were dull and gray, like old photographs.

«This is the workshop,» Slumbery explained. «We fix dreams here»
«Why are some dreams bright and others look like dust?» Olivia asked.
«Because bright dreams are for children who create reality: playing in the yard, knitting, dancing, baking pies with their mother. And gray...These are dreams of children who spend too much time looking at others people virtual lives.»

Suddenly, an alarm went off. Red lights flashed everywhere.
«Emergency!» someone shouted. «Olivia's dream is breaking!»

They ran to a table. Olivia's dream was lying on it. Dream looked like an old blanket which had been eaten by moths. There was a huge hole in the center.
«It's from jealousy» Slumbery said sadly. «If we don't fix it now, you'll stop dreaming forever.»

Olivia got scared. She grabbed the first thread she saw on the shelf and tried  to  fix the hole,  but  Slumbery  stopped  her.
«Stop! You can't use someone else's thread for your hole. The thread must be yours. Do you remember any good things that happened to you recently, without your phone?»

Olivia closed her eyes. At first, all she could only think about videos. But then she  remembered:
«I flipped my mom's pancake this morning, and I did it! It was like a ball, but we laughed.»
At that moment, a thin golden thread appeared on the hole.
«What  else?»  Slumbery  asked.
"My dad and I made a bird feeder! And a sparrow sat on my finger."
Another  thread,  thicker,  went over the  hole.
«What  else?»  Slumbery  kept  asking.
— I drew a dragon yesterday. It was colorful and funny. Not like in cartoons.
The hole in the dream began to rapidly close with strong, shining threads.

In  the  morning  Olivia  woke  up  in  her  bed.
She smiled and went to the kitchen to eat pancakes. Then she went outside and saw the same sparrow at the bird feeder. Sparrow looked at her, chirped, and flew away.

That evening she turned off the lights and closed her eyes. She didn't need a screen to see something interesting. She had her own cinema inside, and the movie was her own memories.