Standing there, in a field of blood, I was surrounded by bodies. So many bodies...

It made me smile.

I reached behind my back to find my scythe missing. I grabbed my chest for my necklace to find it absent, as well.

I heard the sloshing of liquid and looked ahead to see a figure walking toward me, their feet making a beautiful symphony with the deep river of blood. As it came closer, I noticed it was a woman, and a short one at that. When she was just six feet away, I could see her features perfectly: A thin, scrawny girl with very light, brown, messy (the sexy messy, not the dirty messy) hair that went to her shoulders. She wore a brown, tattered shirt that just about covered her small, but clearly present, chest. Her skirt was the same colour and length, and looked like someone had tried to tear it evenly without scissors. She had long legs for someone her height, and she was also barefoot. The way the blood pooled around and on her feet as she walked turned me on painfully. When she got a little closer, I noticed her full lips, puckered sexily, and her pale, porcelain skin. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, like she'd been flustered or had been sitting in the sun. I finally noticed her eyes. They reminded me of an almond sunset. Absolutely stunning...

She continued to strut until she was inches from my face. I reached for my necklace again to thank Jashin for this sight, but remembered it was gone. I leaned in a little; anything to get closer to those eyes. I was dying to hear her voice... I bet it was that of a Jashinist Saint! She took in a little breath and parted her lips slightly, as if to speak.

Suddenly, a loud beep was heard, and she froze. I saw the picture crack and break before me, until I blinked. When I did, I was back in my crappy bed, in my crappy room, in shit crappy world, with my stupid motherfucking alarm clock.