"Jon," a voice echoed. "Jon, wake up."
"I'm awake already," Jon said.
"Wake up," the voice said again.
Jon's eyes opened. He was in bed. He must have been dreaming. But it was such a vivid dream. He could have sworn that it was really happening.
He looked up and saw his sister looking down at him.
"Zoe? What ... what are you doing in here?"
"You were talking in your sleep. Something about purple skies?"
Jon looked oddly at her. "Were you ... concerned about me?"
Zoe pulled back. "What, me? No way," she said, before leaving the room. She turned around one last time, looking worried (Zoe usually looked ticked, not worried), then left the room, closing the door behind her.
Jon looked out his window to make sure the sky was blue and that he wasn't still dreaming, but it was still nighttime, so he couldn't be sure.
"Man, that dream was so real," he muttered to himself, before going back to bed.
What he didn't know was that his dream was actually a premonition of the near future. His vague wish for something interesting to happen caused Jon to have the premonition. But would he be able to change things according to what he saw? Or would the future unfold exactly the way he saw it in the dream?
