• Some things are concidered impossible before they are done. Some people reach great extremes to fulfil their dreams. Some have fealt their heart swell up to its maximum size while in love. Other's hearts have been crushed when he or she least expected it. This is all true...

    Day one stretched into Autumn like a cat after a night's slumber. The cold of the Washington weather chills your home to almost below zero degrees. Celcius, that is. I am wrapped up in my quilt, superior to any other bed covering. I fealt warm- comforted by the heat I was trapped in. But still my alarm clock continued to ring. "Stop" I said. Well I thought I had said it but the word was only spoken in my head. Before I could open my mouth to say it again, I realized how silly it would have been to do so. My eyes opened so slightly and I saw the noise-maker names Six O'clock. Great, now I was just being rediculous. My index finger slammed onto the snooze button and I rolled over allowing the wonderful quilt heat fly me away to my world of slumber. It did and Six O'clock did not bother me again...

    I had obviously slept in....late. My eyes slipped oped and I caught a glance at the clock. "Nine O'clock?!" I shouted. Now I know this wasn't said in my head. I was in the hospital with my father, James, at my side. He looked relieved and worried. "Tenia, you are finally awake!" He said locking me in a bone crushing hug. "Finally awake? I was only asleep for 3 hours!" I said slowly pushing myself out of his grip. He settled down and let me lay back down. Now I could see his face more clearly. He had obviously aged. Then I paid more attention to my surroundings. A hospital bed. There was only one answer to my question of what had happened.

    "Dad, what happened?! Was I in a coma?!" I cried. James slowly nodded his head. "I'm so sorry that you had to be asleep for so long. But is is so good to hear your voice Tenia! I thought I had lost you at first. But I never gave up the hope that you would wake up!" He said still remembering to keep is voice down for my sake. His eyes were filling with tears and he obviously didn't want to go on. I was not sure if he were glad I was awake just for that itself or the fact that he didnt need to pay for my way in the hospital anymore. "No, hold back those thoughts, dad." I thought to myself. "Do not cry," I continued to think. But then again, this was my dad.[/]

    His rough fingers brushed my hair away from my face, the way that my mom used to. She was a beautiful woman, yet so young. Her red-brown was always curly and she had long sleeve shirts by the same disigner in every color. Her dark red lips brightened her pale blue eyes. Even so, they always looked somewhat inhuman. That reminded me of the question I had been meaning to ask. "Dad," I paused to let him know that I was going to say something. "Where is mom?" My voice sounded hoarse as if I was expecting something bad. "Tenia," He said looking down toward the floor tiles. "She died back in 2014." He looked just about as troubled as I thought I looked. Why? How could this be possible?! It isn't! Maybe I am still asleep! But then he brushed his fingers against my cheek again. No, this wasn't a dream. This was too real; his touch, the way I was feeling, and the heartache I fealt clinging to my heart.

    "She's gone?" I said so quietly that it was hard for me to hear. Luckily, he heard. "I'm so sorry. But it is a good thing that you weren't around for her death. I... I am so sorry."