Though he's the world's most gifted scientist, Dr. Baites just couldn't figure out why cancer wanted him out of this world so badly.

He pushed through with all his might everyday trying to find a cure or some form of solution to slow down the actively growing infection inside his timid, weak body but to no avail.

After living three consecutive, excrutiating years bearing agony & pain, he decided enough was certainly enough.

There had been few occassions in which he had been so certain he was about to die but as he slowly allowed his lifeless body to slip further down in the steaming hot bath water, he never felt more assured of his time to say goodbye.

I be damned if I run dry...Oh, they wouldnt be able to take me saying that I'm tired!

But do they appreciate me? Ha! That's too much to ask. Ya know, I never complain about anything. I share my water so they can swim, I'm constantly working on these currents of mine to make sure they don't drown, but does ANYBODY say thank you? Ab-so-lutely NOT! That's just too much to ask for!

One of these days, I'm not going to drink from the rain fall and allow my myself to dry out; oh I would just love to see their faces when this old creek gal isn't around anymore!..Tuh!

It's almost like time stood still; I laid there drenched, yet warm, calm and partially aware. I could feel something pressed against my chest but I couldnt quite move.

I'm speaking but nobody hears me! "Hello, can you hear me?...I'm right here!!!" I see panic on the face of my brother as he clings to a blanket with tears in his eyes. Random people are yelling at me "stay with me", "can you hear me, stay with me!" The sketchy sounds of their voices are drowned out by this awfully loud screetching sound. I panic and try to move but I cant, there's too much motion going on around me and i have no feeling in my legs or arms...oh gosh, am I paralized?!?...

All of a sudden, everything goes quiet. The pressure on my chest stops, my brother and the people, they all disappeared! -And that's when I woke up

My eyes are heavy but I find the strength to open them. I lock in on the precious, worried face of my mother as she overwhelmingly burst into tears, rubbing my head and repeatedly saying "my baby, thank God, my baby, you made it." Only I would respond by puking, what felt like all my insides, all over the floor right next to her feet. "What's going on?" is all I could utter. I'll never experience a more intimate moment than when my mother hugged me with all he might & whispered in my ear "We thought you were gone, I thought my baby had drowned."....

Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep and lose yourself in a reality that mirrors the one you live in.

When I dream, I explore life through a different perspective. I see the good, the bad, the possible, the impossible, and all the exciting factors. I see my inner desires coming to life and I have everything that I longed for when I am awake.

I get lost in this mimic reality and start to believe its fantasy is real. I am who I've always wanted to be and I've accomplished everything I've longed to. Nothing is unattainable in my dreams. Except, the void of emptiness from knowing that I will be awake at the stroke of the next alarm. All the joy, the fun, the success is left behind and I will soon be eyes open to hard work, pain, dedication, and most of all faith that everything I just dreamed about will soon be reality.

So yea, sometimes the only way to forget everything is to go to sleep and allow yourself to wake up with a fresh new point of view and make your dreams become the reality.