It was rare that I ever got any time away from her mother's watchful eyes these days. Ever since I had found out that the disease had invaded her body, I was watched like a hawk. Though everyday I dwindled away. my mother believed I would be well soon. I snuck off to the balcony, looking off the edge.<br/><br/>Some days. I just want this all to be over. The pain, the treatments. Just what sort of life is this? My mother never lets me go anywhere. The only solace is the dreams that come to me at night.<br/><br/>The blue skies, and the clouds and winds from up so high, reminds me of how it was. My favorite place at the beach. Taking a breath, it was almost like having the fresh sea air in my lungs. Then the clucking of the mother hen screeched in my my ear.<br/><br/>"Lillian Alica Wight! Just what do you think you are doing? You should be in bed! You will never get any better this way!"<br/><br/>A sigh. I slowly shuffled off to bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling trying to bite back tears. My eyes started to close as I drifted into sleep. A familiar dream, or so I thought it was a dream. I was sitting on a beach, watching the waves rolling in. I felt so relaxed. So alive.<br/><br/>I smiled, it was a cloudless day. It seemed like there was nobody else there. Yet as I looked around I noticed a few people basking in the sun. Someone there caught my eye and I wandered over towards them giving a friendly greeting.