The Dream Market

In 2097, sleep was a currency.

The rich bought dreams to escape reality. The poor were forced to sell their sleep hours just to survive.

Maya hadn’t dreamed in years. She worked in a factory, selling all but two hours of her sleep to strangers.

But tonight, she had made a terrible mistake.

She had sold too much.

Her body was shutting down. Hallucinations blurred with reality. She saw shadows that weren’t there, whispers that weren’t real.

Or were they?

A voice whispered in her ear.

“Wake up.”

She blinked.

And realized—she was trapped in someone else’s dream.