I remember the sky.

Maybe it was the second pot of coffee I was halfway through or maybe it was this damn note book that was delivered to me in that black case months ago that I've been digging through but I just woke up from the strangest dream.

It was so cold, but it didn't bother me at first. The sway of trees made a cracking sound like bone under pressure. I started to feel cold. I started to panic. I do however remember the sky, it's color wasn't right. The clouds weren't right.

I woke up sweating on the couch in my office. Coffee long cold, sunlight peeking in from the morning light outside the window. I don't trust these damn pages. I just can't figure out what this is all about!