In my Grandparents house I sit by the radiator looking out of the blinds. This is a dream. I know this is a dream. I take my hands off the radiator and look at them. I'm dreaming. I can do anything I want. But what? There is a world of possibilities out there. And I don't know what to do.
I need to do something before I wake up in the real world. But I don't know what. I need to think quick before time is up. I stand up and look at my hands again. I don't know what to do. This is starting to really annoy me. I feel like something is scratching my brain.
Blackness is taking over my vision and sucking me into a black hole.