He was running, he didn't apprehend what he was running from, but he ran and when he tried to look back, he wasn't able to. What was he running from and why. He woke up drenched with sweat, it was only a dream. A dream that he wouldn't want to remember. He sat straight up from his bed, beads of sweat rolled down the side of his unshaven face. Confused from the dream, he wondered what it might have meant. He rolled out of bed and walked sluggishly towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, he froze in his action, where did the clock go, and he frantically searched the dull Grey room with his eyes. At last, he found it, on the bookshelf, feeling relieved, he poured a glass of water in a crystal clear glass cup.
The water felt good, nice and cool against his dry throat, he felt better already. Not knowing what he was going to do next, he to turned to walk towards the t.v. When a flash appeared before his