Life is but a dream

"Good morning birthday boy!" came a loud cry, shocking John awake, to the sight of his family standing next to his bed, grinning. He groaned.

'Man, that was a horrible dream. I was falling down...Screw it, I don't want to remember, it was a damn nightmare anyway...' he thought. "I told you guys I didn't want you to do anything for my birthday," he said groggily. "I think waking me up at" he looked at his clock "5:30 in the morning counts as something. I was gonna sleep in. Do you know how late I've been up doing homework?"

"Oh, don't be a spoilsport," said Morgan, putting her hands on her hips. "Not everyday is my brother's 19th birthday. Come on and celebrate," she said, as Katie and Heather began pulling him out of bed.

John's sisters, aka 'The Terrible Trio, were not to be denied this morning. Born triplets barely over nine months after him, Katie and Heather were identical twin redheads who loved playing around with peoples' difficulty telling them apart, while Morgan, the fraternal twin of the bunch, had jet black hair and looked more like her brother. All four of them normally got on famously, especially compared to other families they knew, except when the girls were trying to drag John out of bed at an ungodly hour on a day when he didn't even have classes.

The twins pulled his arms again, and, left with no other option, John allowed himself to be dragged past the room his friend Eli was renting and into the bathroom.