The Strange Alarm Clock

Tom was very tired. He put his new alarm clock on the table beside his bed.
It was big, round, and very old. The shopkeeper had said, “This clock is special.”
Tom laughed. “A clock is just a clock,” he thought.

At midnight, the alarm clock rang. Riiing! Riiing!
But Tom had not set the alarm. He opened his eyes.
The hands of the clock were moving very fast. Tick-tock, tick-tock!
Suddenly, the clock spoke.

“Wake up, Tom! You are late!”
Tom jumped. “Late for what?” he asked.
The clock answered, “Late for your dream.”

Tom closed his eyes again. In a moment, he was inside his dream.
He was flying over the city, higher and higher. He saw lights, cars, and tiny people.
It was amazing! He felt free like a bird.

Then the clock rang again. Riiing! Riiing!
Tom woke up in his bed. The morning sun was shining.

He looked at the clock. It was quiet now, like a normal clock.
Tom smiled.
“That was strange,” he whispered, “but maybe the clock is right.
I must not be late for my dreams—my real dreams.”