I stop. Something is wrong, but I suppose I should be used to it. The vision before me collapses like an imploded star, and I wake up, back to the confines of my bed. Only vaguely do I realize there is ringing in the background. My soft pillow and flannel sheets try to coax me back into my slumber. What is that infernal racket? The noise finally pushes past my clouded brain, my alarm clock! I blindly lunge towards the it while trying to stay covered by the warmth of my blankets. Clothes and books distract my hands as I try to feel it. Both the ringing and my temper increases. Make it stop! With a final lurch I drop from my bed and onto the rough carpet, burning my elbows as I slid. I quickly scour the floor and finally grab hold of the clock. It takes all of my restraint in order to not smash it as I turn it off. My eyelids flutter after I flop onto the ground; I try to recall the previous world I fell out of. Fatigue clouds my memory and I know if I stay here any longer I won't be able to get up again. As I stumble into the hallway I immediately feel a cool breeze hits my face. Chills runs up my spine but I reluctantly stumble on until I approach the living room. I reach for the temperature panel and turn the heat up several degrees. There is a small quilt on the sofa next to my dad reading the newspaper. After a subtle hello, I take the quilt then swing it over my shoulders, still quivering. My mom is getting my sister ready for school so I sneak into my parent's room and swiftly float towards the cool metal vent in the corner. The carpet is no longer a threat to my skin but a soft padding that urges me to place my head next to the heater. I curl inside the quilt that has transformed into a soft cave. My knees automatically tuck into my chest and I shiver as I wait for the cool air to turn warm. The long metal sends shocks through my fingertips but I know it is only temporary. Thud! a low buzz fills my ears; the warm air now fills my small chamber. First it leisurely swings past and I happily embrace the warmth, but it soon changes and becomes more assertive. The air flows past my face and the soothing heat slowly warms my core, spreading to each limb. The rush of the wind passes through me and the cold gradually submits. Its sweet breath whispers in comfort and its feathered touch causes my mind to drift. I soon escape to my dreams.

History is in my mind, something to learn from. This may be a cliche but that is all I think about it. There is not really a point in time that truly defines me. On a religious note, the teachings in the bible and Jesus are the most influential things in my life, but belief goes beyond history. These things influence me greatly but I cannot say it is really me completely. Each day is a new perspective and a chance to build on who I am. Although I respect time, I believe there is a place where I do not have to live under it's weight. That makes whatever time I have here more precious. History is of other's journeys and I would rather focus on my own, and on the people living right now. I will take the time to look some of it over, however, because I know how things are right now are a result of what has happened in the past. One cannot live without the other nor without oneself.