I'm running, running. It's wonderful. I can feel the wind in my hair, kissing my face. I'm winning, leaving the others far behind.
Thousands and thousands of eyes are watching me cross the finish line. Words cannot describe the happiness I'm feeling, the honour, that I'm about to achieve my life's dream.
Winning a gold medal in the Olympic Games.
My eyes snapped open. I sighed.
"It was only a dream..." I mutter, realising I'd fallen asleep watching television again.
I look down at my stumps, where my legs should have been, shifting uncomfortably in my wheelchair.
"Only a dream... Never anything more."