Walking on the grass feels different-it is rough, it tickles, and it is cold. I love smelling them, just like a fresh bedsheet dried in the sun. It is summer, but the air is cold, giving me goosebumps. "Weird." Under the heat of the sun's beam, my sweet doesn't stop-my fingers are shaking, my toes are freezing. I see only clouds invading the areas I am looking at. My sight is shut, but my eyes are open. I lost my balance-I am falling from a high mountain. I jumped and realized I was inside my room, sleeping, and those were just dreams. It was a bad dream, but I wish I experience all of those even it can be the last moment of my life.