Running for Life

I wake up to the familiar smell of burning wood and brick. Wait, I'm pretty sure I have never smelled that before. I look over at the clock, it's 2:35. How did this happen? Why does it smell familiar? What was I just dreaming about? Then the immensity of it fell upon me. The house is on fire. Why am I still in bed? I need to get out. I get out of my king-sized bed, I got it as an early birthday present because I turn 16 today, and groggily walk over and feel my door. It's not hot, so I'm okay. I open the door and smoke hits me like a thousand bricks. I fall to the floor, my ice blue eyes not seeing a thing, my lungs burning with every cough and inhale of the smoke.