"You are nothing, but a useless fellow. You are our friend, because you have the privilege of being a topper. But now look at you, nothing but a piece of shit you are." I jerked from my sleep after having this nightmare. I was sweating like I had run a marathon. But slowly I composed myself, breathing, as I've grown accustomed to such dreams. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I looked around, only to see that some slow light rays, not so bright but not so dark, were peeking from my window screen. I looked at my alarm, only to see that it was just 4:30 AM.

So I lay on my bed again, but sleep was far away from my eyes. Every time I close my eyes, I am reminded of those horrible dreams. Maybe not horrible for everyone, but enough for me to shrink away from my beauty sleep, enough to shake my confidence, and enough to shatter my heart into a million pieces that can never be fixed.