• I'm in a field with my best friend. We're laying on our backs looking at the beautiful full moon and the stars. There's something different about the moon tonight. It looks almost as if it's sad. Suddenly it begins to cry, it sobs sparkling stars, a gorgeous sight. We look up in surprise and we can't help but feel sad for it. I drew a quick sketch of it and looked back up. Suddenly the falling tears of the moon start to get closer as they fall from the sky. A burning hot star, apparently not extinguished from entering the atmosphere, falls to the ground. Everything is on fire, there's too much heat. Frightened, we try to run, another star crashes to the ground, setting aflame our only hope of safety. We huddle together in the only place not on fire, paralyzed from fear. My sketch book lays near, a picture of the sobbing moon on the opened page. My friend catches fire and screams, the fire spreads quickly to me from her arms that are linked with mine. "NO!!" I scream as I hear her cries. I'm helpless and burning myself. I can't even hear my own screams, all I can think about is how to save her, I have to...somehow. I'm aware of the pain of my own limbs, but the pain of hearing her scream is greater. She lets out a final breath and I scream out one last time in agony, finally able to hear my own cries. The last image is of two charred hands clasped below the unburned picture of a sobbing moon. I woke up screaming...