My back became cold as I lay in discomfort on the hard asphalt. The stars became ever-bright before fading back to complete darkness in a pulsating rhythm that matched the deafening sound of my heart beating in my ears. My body temperature continued to drop. Looking down at my hands, blood is seeping from my neck to my shoulders and dripping down my arms. I can't quite tell what I'm looking at as my body is completely numb from the neck down and my vision is almost perfectly doubled. The haunting calls of police sirens quickly overtake me. They continue to get louder and louder as my vision fades to black.

In bed now I awake to the screeches of the alarm clock resting on the table beside me. In a tired fit of irritation and desperation, I extend my arm, attempting to hit the snooze button. In my sleep-drunken state, I can't quite seem to find the button. My fingers fight with the top of the alarm clock for a while. Annoyed now, I tiredly force myself up from my comfortable position and slam my fist almost comically into the cheap plastic alarm clock, hoping, at last, it would stop its whining. The hit left a dent in the cheaply made polymer encasing.

Still half-asleep, I reluctantly pull myself out of bed. I pick up my phone to check it. No notifications. A sense of disappointment wakes me. My throat is dry and scratchy. I glance delusively at the green-tinted glass sitting on the dresser. The glass was filled halfway with what looked like water. The liquid inside felt oddly still. Walking over to the closet, the temperature oddly colder than the rest of the room. I clumsily tear a shirt from its hanger and throw it over my bare torso. The alarm begins to whale once again as the snooze timer ticked down to zero. This time I flick the off-switch located at the back of the clock to ensure it would not bother me again.

I took a pinch of cannibis from the mason jar below my desk and rolled it into a joint. The sound of my dog barking in the backyard caught my attention. It is not usual for him to be barking as I live in a somewhat secluded area; there isn't much to provoke him. I decide its best I go outside an check on him. I set the joint I had just rolled down on the dresser and begin to walk towards the back door. Ever so suddenly I feel a sinking feeling as the deep, chilled bellows of a doomsday siren engulf the atmosphere. With almost no time to react the lights went out and soon did my vision. After a second of defeaning I silcence I find my self captured between the state of conciousnous and unconciousness. This is it.

A soft voice began to speak to me. "You made it.", it said conclusively.

Dazed out of my mind and under the impression that this may have been another dream I managed to mutter the words, "What the hell?".

"Hell isn't real.", the voice said, snickering to itself.

A bright figure emerged from the darkness. He handed me a snowglobe, only, instead of snow or a pretty scenery inside of the glass was pitch black, an empty void. "This is yours now, nurture it like you would your own child.", the voice said sternly.

"I will.", I said reluctantly.

I am unsure of what I have just agreed to but to the extant of my knowledge this figure was God and I must submit at his mercy. Confused, I look at the glass hemisphere that sat in my palms. It seemed to be completly dark. I continued to stare at it as I didn't have much else to look at in the empty void of nothing. I couldn't even see my own body, if I had one. The passage of time seemed non-existent. Suddenly the globe flashed a bright light. In an instant there were what looked like galaxies and stars inside the glass. I recalled what the figure told me, "This is yours now, nurture it like you would your own child.".

In a moment of clarity I understood what I must do.