The fog that had previously engulfed my surroundings quickly cleared and I found myself standing in a tattered alley way. Posters hung from the desiccated walls; depicting events from my past. I saw one of my seventh birthday party. Another showed a family Christmas from five years in the past. The posters lined the walls in a seemingly never ending presentation of my life. Each night presents to me the same dream; a never-ending reminder of the carefree times that I yearn to recapture. Every night for the last three years I have been shown this alley, not once has dreary the image changed. Except today
I turned aro