“Gotta liiiiiiive like you’re dyinnnn…”

The song echoes, muffled in my ear. Clouds surround me, glowing green, pink, and shades of purple that are only detectable when I squint my eyes. I float like I’m in one of those space-station simulators, flipping and swimming through the air and flipping backwards and flipping forwards and flipping sideways. The song changes, and I smile. I bounce off the soft, pillowy clouds, and… wait… pillowy.

I shoot up in bed and dart my head around. The music now echoes from a peculiar cloud, one that looks eerily similar to my alarm clock, one that blares both the music and the time: 7:30.

“Shit.”

I jump out of bed, but I let the music play.