Zara sat at her desk with 31 classmates. The room gave a little wobble. Something was starting.
The room shook hard. Paper airplanes took flight. Zara clutched her desk as the floor lifted.
Fluffy white clouds rushed past the windows like cotton candy. Zara peeked out the round window.
The sun wore sunglasses. The moon grinned back at her. Zara tapped the glass.
Her classmates laughed as they floated past planets shaped like oranges and strawberries. "Look at the dancing stars!" Zara whispered.
Zara opened her notebook and drew a rainbow bridge. It glowed and stretched into the dark sky.
Purple stars zippered away like fireflies. Her classmates held hands in a circle and sang a counting song.
The stars circled back and landed on their fingertips. The classroom hummed with quiet magic.
A giant comet zoomed toward them. Its tail brushed the classroom walls. Zara grabbed everyone's hands.
"We're dreamers!" they shouted together. The comet sneezed — whoosh! — and turned into glitter.
The glitter spelled BRAVE across the sky. Zara's eyes went wide, then she laughed with relief.
Back in Navapur, the ceiling fan spun quietly. Zara's rainbow bridge drawing was taped to the wall. Her classmates gazed at the stars through the window.
