Hope is where the heart is. Whatever you hope for is what you will pursue. Is your hope in the promises of God or the desires of this world? 
My eyes flew open in startled bewilderment.
The clock on the wall offered little more than a blur of numerical confusion.
Questions:
What time is it?
What day is it?
Where am I?
Why am I awake?
What am I supposed to do?
Who am I?
Welcome to my existential nightmare.
The Breakfast of Champions.
