I wake up, but I don't open my eyes. It's as if I went from one world to another. I feel better than I have ever been, but I feel...inexplicably different. I feel like I'm lying on the most comfortable mattress ever made, and it's no exaggeration. I could lie here forever, even without knowing for certain where I am. I'm not moving, I'm not home, I don't feel hung over. A part of me wants to lay here and ponder where I could possibly be before my eyes spoil all the fun of deducing and guessing. I open my eyes.
All I see is white around me. I sit up and look around to see the blue sky above me and nothing but cloud as the foundation that I sit on.
I stand up to get a better view, I peer off into the distance and see nothing around me but the cloud ground as far as the eye can see. I guess there's no option but to begin walking. By the look of the sun it appears to be approximately 10am.
I walk for hours, still nothing to be found around me. I'm surprised I'm not getting sunburned.
3 hours more, I look slightly up and see a dot to my left in the distance. Bird, perhaps?
No...It's A Plane!
"HEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" I scream as loud as I am able while flailing my arms around as it passes by, although it doesn't get close, the closest it gets is close enough to hope.
To be logically expected, no response. Emotionally, it was worth a try.
I need a drink, now.
I turn towards where the plane came from and begin walking in that direction; Northward.
2 hours pass and I begin to wonder why I haven't gotten hungry, yet. My stomach should've been grumbling an hour ago. Not that there's anything to eat around here, anyways. I suppose I should be happy about that.
Another hour passes and I begin to feel like I've been walking for too long. I sit down to watch the sun set in front of me. I've never seen a sunset this gorgeous. There's nothing in front of me to get in the way of the sight of it, either. There's an extra amount of serenity in knowing that where I am, no one is going to bother me.
Dusk turns to night and the stars have never shined brighter in my entire life. It's absolutely incredible. If it weren't for the stars, there would be nothing to see, and they could never get enough attention from my eyes.
I have to keep moving before I get hungry or thirsty.
Hours pass as I continue walking, keeping the North Star ahead of me to lead me in the right direction. I still don't feel hunger or fatigue although I've been walking for a while. I decide to take a break and sit down, hands on the ground behind me as I lean back.
I grab the cloud I'm leaning on, and I realize that I can grab hold of it. I lift up and notice I make a little indent into the ground as I pull a piece of cloud off of the cloud I'm on, like a tiny piece of cotton candy.
And like a child that finds a mountain of cotton candy, I immediately begin digging into it, as fast as I am able, like a dog that finds a soft spot of dirt underneath a fence, or a child starting from a torn corner of the biggest present under the Christmas tree. I just want to at least see my home, even if I wouldn't know how to get to it if I found it.
I dig about 20 feet down into the cloud and look back to notice that the cloud path I've made begins closing behind me, at about the same speed I was digging, quickly making everything completely pitch black around me. I panic as this could be the end of my journey and the beginning of my suffocating death. I flail around in a voluntary chaos, or a denial of the end with no purpose or motivation, like a fish in a bears mouth.
