The ache is in my stomach.  I have so much pain. I have barely enough strength to open my eyes. I see death all around me. I smell the burning of human flesh. I close my eyes and fall into unconsciousness, and see flashes of happy times.

As I regain consciousness, I see the grimace of a dark tanned obese individual, dressed in a white tunic. I hear his words but his oral semblance of his rotated caramel colored incisors grabs my immediate attention.  I have so much hate and despise for a man I have never met. It would be my pleasure to slash his throat, and see him slowly die.

This man who I detest so much holds a knife to my throat. He wants me to renounce my faith to save my life. I could barely see the periphery around me; but I can see the silhouette a female that appears to be with child. The man tightens his grip on my neck, and motions with his eyes for the ghostly silhouette to leave. I with the last of my breath, shout an obscenity to the figure leaving the room.  I suddenly feel extreme pain. I feel cold. The room goes dark.

I open my eyes, I feel warm and comfortable. My face is juxtaposed to the white warm alabaster breast that nourishes me.  I see a face, which frightens me at first. I see the rotated caramel incisors. He smiles at me, and praises God. I try to remember where I have seen this face, but the memories begin to fade. The smile now brings a soothing comfort.  I feel good to be with my family.