MY OTHER WORLD... Written by Sumayyah

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       MY OTHER WORLD

    Written by Sumayyah Oluwafunbi Ogunsola

 My mother bade me goodnight as she closes my bedroom door, switching the lights off. I say my night prayers and drift off to sleep.

“Whirrrr!” the soft whirring of machines floats its way into my eardrums. Disoriented, I stand on my tired feet, wondering where I am and what is making such a strange noise.

Subconsciously, my jaw drops as I find myself floating in a futuristic, AI-empowered, strange sort of place. Robots moving so gracefully like dainty ballerinas and the pillows suspended in the air feels like fluffy clouds.

I look beneath me, and I realise that I am not standing on anything at all- I am levitating! Giddy with excitement, I begin to prance around, feeling like a swan from the ballerina’s show.

 

“Hello there.” An automated, robotic voice speaks. “I see you have found your way to our world” the voice continues. I smile at the robot, unable to speak, as I have become overwhelmed. “Follow me, there are many beauties to behold in this humble abode of ours.” The voice said.

 

I chuckle, because the abode is anything but “humble”. The robot guides me to a place where other similar beings as itself are programming on projections right out of thin air. The robot nudges me to their direction, encouraging me to touch it.

I give him my biggest, dimpled smile and my finger is about to touch the mesmerizing technology, then…

“Sumayyah! Sumayyah!” a faint voice yells. I panic as the futuristic world becomes a whirl, sending me back to reality!

 

“Sumayyah, will you get up this instant? You are running late!” my mum’s face is contorted with irritation, and I match her glare with mine, before I hurry to get ready for school.

Ugh! I had to return to this boring, plain world. What a shame, really. A futuristic world will be much better, don’t you think?


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