Never Away From Reality
         
               “Reality is as comfortable as living in hell”, I say. “I do not want to work six days a week,” I cried. I work at a place that is full of rocks to play with, “haha, rocks, so fun.” There are dust flying everywhere that make up the air that I breathe down my air pipes. My days are so good, it feel like the furious heat of hell burns me to ashes at the end of every day. My energy feel like it is being drained out like water. “What is so cruel to drain all my energy and life force every single day,” I questioned to no one.

                  Today I went to work and I passed out. I just woke up, I think I am in the hospital right now. There are plastic pipes attached to me and it have blood inside. Is the blood traveling into my body or out? Anyway, I am so dizzy and my head feels like a ten ton hammer. I still feel sleepy so I am going back to sleep, glad that today i probably do not have to go to work. I wish I can spend my days laying on my bed, sleeping away from reality.  My eyes close into a blurry view, then pitch black.

                I woke up again, and this time I am laying on a sky full of clouds. The cloud is hard as cotton candy, I kept laying there. An hour has passed, I am still staring into the deep blue sky. I feel as if I am dreaming. Then I heard a voice that yelled, “Stop laying there and get in here already!” I got up and realized that I was laying right in front of a giant metal gate. The gate is partly covered by clouds. I stood up from the cloud and the gate opened so fast that I almost fell back to sleep. Beams of light shone through the gate and it was so dark that I had to put on a sunglass. With my sunglass on, I can see three weird people with yellow rings on their head and white bird wings flying out towards me and then they carried me inside the gate. At this moment I realized, I probably died and I am heading straight to the higher realms; but, I woke up again.

               I woke up again and this time I am on my bed at home and things feel more real for some reason. I looked at the clock and it was nine thirty in the morning. I took a deep breath and sighed. Then I got up and put on my clean stained working suit and walked out my house.