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December 7, 2009
Alex leaned over the edge of his bed, and was instantly paralyzed with fear. His bed was no longer in the corner of his dark room, beneath the picture of Michael Jordan where it was seconds before. Instead, he had been transported, bed and all, to the top of a giant skyscraper, overlooking a limitless city beneath his gaze. Alex began to feel himself panic, begin to loose control over himself as confusion and fear raked his body. Alex felt the cold wind grapple with his sheets and comforter, which now were the only things anchoring him, keeping him from being swept over the side to certain death. Alex felt the edge of the bed first begin to slide, then slowly rise off the roof of the building. This is it…
