My watch clicked slowly. It was really getting on my nerves. Not that the watch did anything to me. I'm just getting really tetchy at the moment. It was twenty minutes to twelve o'clock exactly, and I'm not talking about twenty minutes that fly past. I'm talking about the twenty minutes that take forever, mocking me. It's 19 minutes now. My watch let out a sudden squeak to alarm me. I stood and tore it off my wrist and slammed it down under my feet. It beeped a few times, and under the red rubber of my shoe.
Susan was dozing off in the corner against Insecto, whispering in her sleep. B.O.B, Link and Dr Cockroach were playing cards. Paul was lying on Susan's shoulder, asleep also. My sister was probably snoring in her room as well. Everyone that was around turned their heads to watch me yell at my watch. I cursed it one last time and headed for my elevator, muttering under my breath. I saw the others, in the corner of my eye, had simply returned to whatever they were doing. On my way up to my room I bumped into my sister. 'Everything alright?' She asked timidly. 'I heard, er, ''Raised Voices'' downstairs'
'Oh, everything is just dandy, thankyou for asking'
She gave me a puzzled look. I was speaking politely enough, but there was that hint of sarcasm wallowing in my speech. She fiddled with her blonde hair, thinking, then smiled and said, 'alright'
'Alrighty'
'Ok'
'Okie Dokie'
She scowled at me and walked back to her bedroom, and a few seconds later I heard her snoring. I leant against my wall and slipped to a seating position, my arms hugging my knees. I rested my chin in the dip between my two knees, and fell asleep soundly.

I opened one eye curiously. I knew one thing - I wasn't where I was when I fell asleep. Strange sounds rung and exploded, and the air was smoky. I sat bolt upright, snapping the leather that supposedly held me to the table. It was a bit clearer now - I was sat on a white bed, in the middle of the room. I fanned the smoke away from my face, and scractched my head, confused. The tips of my fingers tapped something plastic and hard, with wires attatched in various places. I shreiked and yanked it off, cowering against a wall, my kung fu pose in action. A tall figure put his hands up and came into vision, his amber eyes wide with fear. Then his mouth creaked into a smile and he put his arms down.
'Sorry, Aliah my dear-' he fiddled around with a computer-like machine. 'I found you screaming in your sleep, so I monitored your dreams'
I stood and brushed myself off. 'Well, yes, well, erm, yes'
'Aliah,' he put his hand on my shoulder. 'What's happening in your dreams'
I bit my finger tips, and spilled everything out.