I get up. But fall back down. It doesn''t really matter. I run my hand through the snow. It should feel cold, but I feel nothing.


    I look up at the sky. 3 moons floated up above, standing right in front of a blue sun and forming a beautiful eclipse.


    Before I know it, I am not looking at the eclipse any longer, but just staring at the ceiling of my room. I roll over and check my phone. It''s Sunday.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    I go back to sleep. Ah, how nonsensical the world is. At least I don''t have to worry about such things when I''m asleep, so I like sleeping. But I know that when I wake up I will have to worry about it, and that keeps me up at night. Because when I wake up, I''ll wake up in yet another dimension, which briefly teases me with its beauty before pushing me back here.


    Well, it doesn''t matter. I''m tired. Might as well sleep. I''ll worry about things when I wake up. Like I always do.