Goofy Ahh Thing

SOME STORY I MADE UP LMAO

The walls collapse, I'm trapped. The faint whispers of the air move against my skin, giving me chills. For I wish this to be just some awful dream, oh, how wrong was I? The wind's whispers grow louder and louder each minute as I try to collect myself. It's screaming, it won't stop. It's now like I'm in a drunken state, the sky is caving in. Stars begin to fall from the dark above, each in firey balls of death, ready to end someone for sure... As I look around at the wrecked place. Shake, shake, shake, roses bushes grow from the broken; what is broken can always turn up with beauty, is what I initially thought.  The beautiful roses begin to die without another gust of cold air. Each petal falls to the ground, and with the thorns as well. I pinch myself, hoping once again this was a dream. Again, it's reality. The thorns fall and stick to my skin. I feel pain, why? I don't want to. The stars continue to fall and one hits me, it was fatal. My vision blanks to my bedroom cuddled in my soft bedsheets, my warm blanket, and the dark walls filled with band posters. I'm safe. I sleep. But forever, it's eternity. Goodnight.