The dream had been wonderful, yet it would never be real. He lay there in bed trying desperately to fall back into the illusion of beauty he had been so rudely awoken from. He just couldn't get back to sleep.

Sunlight drifted through his open window and explored his room. He watched as dust motes floated around on the breeze, dancing in and out of the rays that had invaded his deep sleep.

A quick glance at the old wooden clock above the door told him he had no time to sit alone and depressed in his bed and long for his dream to return.

Instead, he decided it was time to go out there and make it happen.