He finally nodded his head and everything became white.
White sheets.
White pillow cases.
White girl with light blonde hair.
White skin naked in the white sunlight.
White curtains.

She was sitting on her knees by his side as he lay on his back.
She noticed he had awoken so he kissed him.
Not a passionate, love filled, **** kiss. Simply a good morning kiss.

He awoke with an absurd sense of wetness.
His family thought it funny to roll down the window and allow the cold rain outside to splash upon his face as the landscape rushed by.
Good morning sleepy head, they said.

He imagined the white girl with blonde hair saying that after kissing him into consciousness as he nodded his head back and again, fell asleep.