It had been several days since I was brought out from my coma. I’d been confined to my bed for several days now. I slipped out while the nurse wasn’t looking, and climbed the stairs to the roof. It was chilly outside and I recalled those hot days in my dream where the sun would gently kiss your skin as you walked. This was no place for me. I felt as though it was this world that had been the dream.

I climbed up onto the steel railings and looked straight down. The drop must have been several hundred meters. I peered into the strange luminescence, the streets filled with the eerie glow of car headlights.

One more step, I thought.

I recalled my family. My real family. My bride was a fair girl of my own age, whose long, golden hair reached her hips. I had two sons, both took after their mother. I could almost see it now. Their images flickered so vividly I could almost reach out and touch her.

One more step.

I took one step forward and fell into empty air. The pavement rushed up to meet me.