The bright morning sun hit my face as I walk outside. Everything was perfect. The shinning sun beckoned me out this morning for a long overdue break. The breeze blows past me as I head over to the clearing by the lake. I sit down by the trunk of a tree and try to clear my thoughts. It all eventually led back to the war that was coming; a war I was dreading. I stare into the horizon, savoring this perfect moment, for I know soon I will come crashing down back to the reality of things.
I yawn softly and my eyelids suddenly feel heavy. The last thing I remember is the sparkling water and shinning sun before I drift off to sleep.