You wake up screaming. Your brother is standing above you with a super hero comic in his hand. "It was just a bad dream, so into the other room". You get up and you are dressed nice, like you are applying for a job. You go into the other room like brother said. Its the arts center and you are driving down the halls fast in your car. But you forget where you parked it and your walking. You are back to the stairway spiraling up and out of site. You feel so tired. So drained. But you have to go up. You take your first weary step.