It was a cold winter night. From the open window, you could hear the voices of the choir singing loudly and the sound of the wind whistling through the cracks of the window. I lay there looking outside from under the blanket of my bed. The clouds were dark grey but covered by white spots that I knew would eventually cover everything under the clouds. Nothing I could do but wait for morning. BANG! A sharp feeling in the back of my head. I curl up away from the window clutching my head in my hand. It felt like my head was pierced with a flaming blade. Suddenly, it was just gone. I let go of my head and lie on my back wondering what it could have been. I get out of bed to get a glass of water. As soon as my feet hit the creaky floorboards, it happened again. I fell to the floor creating a large thud. My eyes shut, clutching my head and wishing the pain was gone. But this time it felt ten times worse. When it was gone, my parents rushed in and helped me to my feet, looking concerned. Lead me to my bed while asking me if I was ok. Just before they sat me down I noticed a giant wave approaching my house. I yelled to my parents that we had to run or the wave would wash us away. I looked at my mom, who wasn’t moving and she looked at me worried and confused. Then, I looked at my dad who just said ‘What are you talking about sweetie? There is nothing there.’ I yelled back ‘What are you talking about there is a huge wave coming!’ Then, I just sprinted. But I tripped on the doorway and I blacked out.