Dream On

The delightfully blue alarm clock on his bookshelf suddently displayed 1:43 AM as he glanced at it. He knew he would have to wake up once again in a few hours, but something kept him up, he just couldn't put his finger on it. The bright, white snow outside his window was the only light he could see that night. Everything else was so dark, so gloomy. The humming computer fan purred as smoothly as a Boeing 747 on its way to land, and all he wanted to get was some sleep.

He wanted to listen to something. It wasn't the regular, dull music he had downloaded, nor the winds outside his window or the fan of his computer. It was something else. Something more unique. The sound of a hairdryer. Nothing could make him as relaxed as the whooshing sound of that blessed gadget, and falling asleep to the sound of one would make him greatly delighted.

1:50 AM, seven minutes of precious sleep wasted and yet another important day coming up the ladder. Or is it really so important? Maybe it will just be another, static day with the same final goal as any other day, to cause distress, pain and excitement, all in a mixed bag of emotions? Believe me, in the long run, tomorrow will be no different from any other day.