Dizzy, after waking up from the Dream...

I stood there, holding on to the last whisp of air that I could breathe. The creature in the mirror stared back at me, and for the first (and probably for the last) time.....it cried. Then, the world was lit, the hammering of little pens on the window pane stopped. I held my last breath, in hope of seeing a future. Nothing. Blackness Enveloped me, and I enveloped it back. The mutual bond I formed with the nothing-ness grew as a hungry dog on a year old rotten bone. 
(C)Aman Gupta 2009