My temperature is high and I can feel sweat trickling down my spine. The heavy, uncomfortable feeling in my stomach is worsening by the second and I feel as though I might throw up. Everything seems to be going wrong at this moment. Somehow I am alone in this whole situation and I seriously hope it is all a dream. It is like the world has turned against me - including My Heartbeat. The walls are closing in on me! If some miracle doesn't happen now I will become a "has-been"...dead, buried and forgotten. Just as I prepare to exhale for the last time, something rings. It's faint but consistent, becoming louder and more familiar each time. I know this sound from somewhere. I concentrate on trying to remember where I know the sound from, forgetting my claustrophobic conditions for a moment. While I am listening closely, my memory is violently jolted and my body jerks all of a sudden and I wake up - realizing it was all a dream. *SIGH* It's 7.25 and my alarm is ringing. It's another day in the life of my mother's daughter.
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