(11th story) Teacher Dream

"No," the girl said. 

"I'm not asking you." Sherry placed her hands on her hips. "I'm telling you." 

"And I'm telling you I won't do it."

"You have to," Sherry insisted. 

"Why?" the girl asked. 

"Because I'm your teacher."

"So?"

Sherry stared at the girl and wondered what to do next. 

"I'm not doing it either," a boy called. 

"Me too." "Me neither!" A chorus of voices shouted. 

"Quiet!" Sherry yelled.

The sound of her own voice made her jump and wake up.

Sherry sat up in bed and looked around. "Just a dream," she sighed. 

She had heard about 'teacher dreams', but she had never had one before. Sherry pulled her covers up over her lap and considered getting put of bed. She looked at the clock. 3:34. She shivered. 

Tomorrow was the first day of her third year. She was on permanent contract now. A union due paying, pension plan contributing, college certified teacher for the next thirty years or so. 

"It's good," she told herself. "It's what I wanted."

 She pushed off her covers. Bathroom, warm milk and she'd go back to bed. She needed to be rested because tomorrow the rushing restarted.