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Inside a dimly lit bedroom at night, a small child with curly hair sits up in bed while Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. appears beside the blanket. Soft starlight pours through shimmering walls, revealing a glittering playground beyond the room.
I snuggled into bed and whispered, 'Goodnight.' A gentle voice answered, 'Hello, I'm Dr. King.' The room shimmered. We stepped into a starry playground. 'What do you dream?' he asked.
Under a sparkling night sky in the starry playground, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. pushes a small child with curly hair on a glowing swing set. Nearby, other kids link hands in a wide circle as stardust drifts around.
I said, 'I dream everyone plays together.' Dr. King smiled, 'Me too—fairness for all.' We slid, swung, and shared. We held hands in a big circle. The stars hummed, 'Kindness.'
On a sunlit playground, a small child with curly hair kneels beside two kids clutching a red ball while Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. gestures calmly. A wet rainbow sign reading 'Everyone Welcome!' dries on the grass behind them.
Two kids wanted the same red ball. 'Let's take turns,' I said. Dr. King nodded, 'That's fairness.' We painted a rainbow sign: 'Everyone Welcome!' Laughter rose like kites.
In the bright morning light of the school playground, a small child with curly hair offers a soccer ball to several classmates gathering near the slide. Warm sunlight casts long shadows across hopscotch chalk lines and freshly opened backpacks.
Morning sun tickled my nose. I woke smiling. 'I'll share kindness today,' I whispered. At school, I invited everyone to play. I remembered Dr. King's dream, and made it ours.