Isaac:
I shot out of bed and ran to the toilet, violently emptying the contents of my stomach; the remnants of a nightmare swirling around the edges of my thoughts. It was something about darkness and a needle. I felt as though I had a fever and I was sweating everywhere. I decided I would tell my parents and knew, in that strange way that I always knew things I should not, that I would miss school for the next two days; two instead of one, because the doctor would have no time to see me in the morning.
I looked at the clock by my bedside and realized that it was already morning, 4 AM was morning, I suppose. I decided I would tell mom about my late night escapades when she woke up at 5:30 to get her shower.
I relaxed back into my bed but found that I could no longer go to sleep. More than likely because I knew I was going to miss school tomorrow but maybe because I was so uncomfortably sick. I stood up and paced and then abruptly sat down at my computer and went to and watched some Strongbad emails, for a way to pass the time.
When she finally woke up, I told my mother about my lovely little barf fest and she, as expected, called the doctor. I ignored her as she fought to get me an appointment for today but eventually gave that up and excepted an appinment tomorow. I trudged up to my room. Today was going to be boring.