I rest on my head on the ductile, white pillow and pulled the sheet up to my neck. The ticking of my alarm clock, impeccably placed on the nightstand. It read 10:58pm. The light from my fluorescent lamp was as comforting as a massage. It created a sense of calm elegance. Music from my iPod loitered as I drifted off. I closed my eyes, and dream. Dreaming of all the good, the bad, and the pleasing. I dreamed that I was on a mountain. The mountain was cloaked in a blanket of dirty snow. I was in nothing but my PJ'S and some how I was not cold, and I could breathe just fine. I walk down the slope, no one was around me. Just I and the mountain. Just as god intended it. Then it hit me, I was walking down the bridge of the nose of the Almighty . However, the force came and caused me to fall off the mountain. As I feel, the mountain faded, and It got darker and darker. I did not scream or have any expression nor emotion. Just me, floating around in an empty space. Blue Öyster Cult playing. Then, a sound, from no where, I tried to look but all I ended up doing is tossing and turning in mid-air. And the alarming sound got louder and louder until I open my eyes. I hit the dismiss button on my alarm clock. The bright light from the sun tried to pier through the blinds of my small window, but all that came out where strips of light pinned against my wall. I turned and looked at my clock, it read 7:02.