5 Minutes: Up or Down?

My eyes are still stick to the laptop screen; try to analyze the story for English class. Suddenly, the element of the table's surface and the element of my face's skin just hit each other (a fancy way to say I just fall asleep - sometimes in college English class, some fancy words can help your grade from B+ to A)

I'm walking on a glass.

It's a glass waking way. Even and flat. It's so flat that you can see it goes far away, touch the skyline. Nobody knows how long is the glass way. But it doesn't matter at all. I know I won't go all the way the way through the glass way.

Glass way is made from glass, and of course it is transparent. You can see clearly through the way, all the way to see what is behind it. It's so clear that I begin to feel irritate, the kind of irritate when you see naked people on the Internet, show off everything they have, the good parts and the bad parts.

Look down; I see a lot of human head. They are walking, too. Look like they are in a hurry. Each head controls each own individual: up, down, left, right; no rule. Everybody on that glass is moving, with the head looking down. They're walking, walking, walking, without destination. Sometimes I see some eyes secretly look up. And at that time, I feel like I'm on a plane flying through the North Pole. Cold... very cold... Those eyes look at me in a second, and then it's disappeared with the other heads. It's not human eyes! You can barely see the motion of the pupil.

Look up; I see a glass way, too. Each foot is marching, harmonious and balanced. I can see so clearly that I can tell what brand of each pair of shoes. And just like the people downglass, the people upglass are even walking faster. They're marching so good that I think nothing can kill it. Till a girl is falling down, her eyes are so innocent. She looks at me, smiling and waving to me. I wave my hand to her, too. But then, a skinny, white arm just grab her. The arm belongs to a pretty girl. She's about my age. Perhaps they are sister. She talks to the little girl something and then she looks at me a moment, with just one eye. That looks is so sharp, it makes me fell like a blade just go through my face. I just feel like blood from my heart is just go to my face and go outside. Till they walk away, I cannot still understand why she looks at me like that. I stand there, stand there and then begin to run. I run, I run all the way through the glass way. And I see a door...

There's a button near the door. I hit the button, the door open gradually. It's a room, actually it's look like an elevator. There's only one guide board in the middle of the room. It said: "Go up or down? Choose the button"...

3:10pm

I wake up. Just a dream. But some people say: "Life is just a dream"...

And the rat in the kitchen still hears the sound of my finger touch the keyboard...