Life.

Sleep is a get away from reality . A relaxing drug, which we are hooked at birth. Our aspirations, ambitions, and passions. Moments to encounter peaceful dreams, But it also a rude awakening. The dark, imagined, unknown figures. The nightmares. They can snap you wide awake, even in the deepest of sleep. Either flying high or at death's door. The closest experiences to heaven or hell . Seemingly nothing exists while you dream. It can be a tragedy or a blessing to forget. Regardless we all return to reality.

Bang. Bang. Pounding on the door, which is followed by him kicking down the door. In despair, suddenly close my eyes shut and do as my father instructed me to do. Forcibly grabs my arm and shoves me into the hall. Clumsily, and blindly walking down the creaking hallway.  Come to an abrupt halt at the door at the end. My body shaking with fear not knowing what to expect on the other side. The door creaks open and my heart stops at the sight. As I stare silently at what I see before my feet. A wooden coffin with my initials in gold. A.S.L. My father grabbed a nearby rope and tied my hands uncomfortably in front of me. After opening the coffin, abruptly shoves my body into the open box. Bang. Bang. Nails are jolting closely to me. Letting out my biggest scream and my fists pounding on my "new home". Time passed which felt like forever. I inhale my last breathe. One hundred years pass. As I stare outside the cobwebbed window in desire to breathe the cold crisp air just one mor