My alarm goes off. I feel the need to sleep longer so I attempt to press the snooze button. I feel my hand miss the button. I go to reach out once more, and again I missed. I finally opened my eyes and lifted my head to hit it again, I watch my hand go through it. I freeze. "Are my eyes playing tricks on me?" I question.

I get up completely and attempt to touch the clock and my hand goes completely through it as if it was mist. I look at my hands, they weren't see-through, but something was wrong. "Maybe I am still asleep." That's what I told myself as my heart beat faster. I get out of bed and look around.

"If I am asleep, something would be different right?" I look out my window, my garden looks normal. The dandelions are still there. My clock, clothes, desk, everything, even the small crack in my wall, was there. " What's going on?" I start to panic. I exit my room, to enter my parents'. I walked through all the walls and felt like I was floating in the air since I couldn't even hear my footsteps. When I made it to my parent's room it was empty, as it always is, until they come back to sleep at night.

I started to quiver. The thought of me dying in my sleep passed my mind and gave me chills. If I am dead, what happened? Did I die in my sleep? I kneel and bury my face in my hands. "I don't want to be dead." Then again, most people don't want to be. I start to cry. I began reliving those moments when my anxiety ruined my chances of having friends. My life flashed before my eyes, after death. It felt like the world stood still, and the only thing that was the loudest was my negative thoughts.

I hear the clanging of pots coming from the kitchen. It felt like a glimmer of hope, as I went to chase it. When I finally made it down the stairs and into the kitchen I felt my whole body grow cold. Right there, making breakfast in front of me was me.