The Future.

It was a small, circular, mysterious mirror. When Eric picked it up, he saw his crystal clear reflection, enhanced by the smooth, silver glass. He looked up out of the old boxes he was rummaging through to find the rest of his dimly lit garage. He could hear kids playing outside and he rubbed his hands together, trying to remove the sting of the bitter cold. He picked up the mirror, and took it into …

…his dream. Up against the wall sat a few unpacked boxes, almost identical to the ones in his dream. As he began digging, he saw a circular mirror similar as he remembers. As he reaches for the mirror he hears his mother calling him. "What mom? What do you want?" "Eric, we're going to McDonald's. What do you want us to bring you back?" "I'm not hungry right now. Go ahead." "You really should eat!"