She woke, slowly, her mind not wanting to let go of the dream. She couldn’t remember anything about it, but thinking about it made her smile, anyway.

She looked at her clock. 7:29am. In just one more minute, her alarm clock would go off. Get up when it goes off, she thought, or hit the snooze button?

The alarm went off, and the melodious strains of Motley Crue’s Shout At The Devil wafted into her apartment. She loved classical music, as opposed to the horrendous country metal kids listened to these days. She wondered what people listened to before the turn of the century. Before the Great Crash that wiped out 90% of the digital music archives. Could it have been as wonderful as this?

She stood up, stretched, and opened the curtains. The sun was just coming up. The computers sensed her mood, and tinted the windows slightly, making for a breath taking orange sunrise.

She opened the windows, and scented a hint of jasmine in the air. It would be a good day.

She showered, dressed, and headed for school.