Doors and More Doors

He is stunned as you leap onto him and start raining blows down on him. He has no opportunity to majorly hit you until you stop for a second, and he swings upwards. He uppercuts you sharply and then speedily jumps up to his feet. He kicks you extremely hard across the face and you can't move off the floor. The evil man approaches you, but you regain enough strength to trip him over. He falls right into a patch of fire and starts to burn. After a moment, he rolls away and start recuperating in a corner, shuddering. You get up, now with a second wind, and shove him in front of you. In and out of consciousness, his eyes roll back and forth. He can't make out any words now. If anything, he's giving you a soft moan, quite difficult to hear. It has no meaning. Red and orange flames grow behind you and dark fumes rise the the ceiling. The plane melts around you. The plastic forms a massive puddle, a pool, a cold pool. It's ice cold. Trees surround you, they're gorgeous palm trees. A crane flies overhead. And you could live here forever, in this position. You should. You can't do anything else. You are so tired and you are having trouble moving. 'That's the whole point of a vacation,' you think to yourself, laughing in your mind. The clear water feels good upon your skin.

But, you always have to wake up sometime.