As I sit here and stare at the ticking clock on the wall, I remember all of the good memories of my family. I can even remember the smell of freshly cut, green grass and the sweet smell of honeysuckles. As I start to nod off I'm there on my front porch, listening to the sound of my mother singing quietly, somewhere in the background. A soft, faint voice is calling my name, but I don't know where it is coming from. Again and again it calls to me, trying to lure me into its grasp. The voice gets deeper and all of a sudden everything around me starts to melt from under me, leaving me in the dark. Someone says my name once more. As I step out of the fantasy world of dreams, entering reality once more with a dazed look on my face, I realized that a teacher was calling me, it was only just a dream, but I have awoken into my own personal nightmare.