Once there was a mouse. A young one at that. All her peers were pretending. She wasn’t. So it was a hard live for her. In the old days her grandmother always said, that she would bring change to the world, but that was long time ago. Now her grandmother was dead, the mouse alone and no change at the horizon. 

She lived in a big apartment complex. Every mouse which didn’t had a role in society yet had to live in this complex and every three months the inhabitants needed to take a test. This was means to make way for a position which suited society as well as the entrant. The mouse was very diligent, but the competition fierce. So she was here for quite some time. At one point the mouse wasn’t even sure anymore if it was the competitions fault or her own for not getting a place in society. Because of her health she pushed that thought far away into a corner of her head.

Her room itself was very small. It could have been called cozy, if the mouse would have done something about the bland interior, but that was unnecessary in her opinion, she wouldn’t stay here for long. 

And because it didn’t really work the way the mouse wanted, she resolved upon making change. She started with buying a huge house. There she could store everything she wanted. Friends, family and in general good people. Next she went to university to study and become very smart. There she met a partner which suited her very well and during their studies they married. After she completed the task of becoming smart, she said goodbye to her husband and begun traveling the world. She saw snakes as big as her new house, oceans deeper than a mouse could think and heated climates as hot as the sun itself, at least for a mouse. 

Most of the time the animals she met greeted her with great respect, in which she kindly smiled back, but how the mouse empire became so big and the genocide they wreaked havoc to the frogs is a different story, for a different time.

When she came back, she united with her husband. Together they painted the world anew. A little gold for everyone. After some time her husband collapsed, in which the mouse had to shoulder everything on her own. But that wasn’t a problem for she was a strong mouse. First she put some light orange on the streets, then she renovated nature in all colors of of the rainbow and in the end she made politicians transparent. After she was done, she looked up in the sky. There was one thing left to do, so she pierced through the heavens and lighted the stars and the planets in a new fashion. As she was flying above the earth, she could make out little beacons below her. All the animals thanked her. So it became, that there was one task left: 

To see her grandmother again. She should be able to actually see her from up here, but she didn’t and in the end the mouse felt very sad. 

Then she woke up. Her bland little mouse room looked grey as always. Grey like herself. She didn’t really know if this was a good dream or not, but it was out of the ordinary so it counted as good for the mouse. Tired she pulled herself out of bed and started cleaning her little mouse ears in the bathtub. Next week, comes the next test. She still needed to learn and mail a few people before she could take it, so there wasn’t any time to indulge in delusional dreams. She finished cleaning and went back to the bedroom to dress for the day. When she turned around to the desk to search for her laptop she found it. A dark glowing dagger. She had no idea where it came from, but it lay there as if it was planted there for ages. Careful she picked it up and turned it in her hand. The edge sparkled in the dim light. Mesmerized the mouse ran her fingers across the blade.
“Ouch”
But there was no wound. How can it hurt without wounding? She felt again and then she noticed. This dagger could cut something different. The mouse grinned. Finally. She took a deep breath. Now she could start torturing reality itself. Was this the change her grandmother always talked about? The mouse sat down. The dagger glittered in front of her, ready to be used.

Oh, how she would cut away the sorrows of her fellow mouse friends. Bleed their hopes dry. Put a hole through their humor and skin their hubris. She then could hang them on her wall in her small chamber as a trophy. 

Who said something about not being cozy? 

She could now be a dictator, who decapitates any laziness she sees or a grey little road sweeper who castrates pedestrians of their early birdness. What about a doctor, who operates on heavy cases of bitterness? Or a woodcarver, who whittles through gratitude?

Interesting, interesting, this dagger gave her so many possibilities and she started twisting her head more and more.

If she would find a particular happy one, she could start slicing through her memories and her ideals. Or even better: If there would be a very sad one, she could lock this one in and threatening him with the dagger, so that he had to starve his sadness away. That should be fun, so meager without any sadness. Could a mouse even live like this? 

Idea after idea popped into her head. Her eyes glowed brighter, than the blade itself and she had to smirk. If this is, what you get rewarded for dreaming, everyone should do it.