Day In, Day Out
Every day was the same, or every other day was, at least. Every time he fell asleep, the world would change. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. It made no difference when it happened, because the cycle conformed to his sleep schedule. Once before, he kept himself awake for days, and there was no perceivable change in the world he was in, but his biological needs eventually forced his hand and when he awoke, it was different again, the next world displayed before his eyes.
It wasn’t all bad though, not all the time. In fact, almost half the time, it was heaven, peaceful and calm, with only one care in the world; but the other half was, to him at least, the physical manifestation of hell itself, during which time he had only one thought to sustain him: the thought of going to sleep and ending the nightmare. But things weren’t like this at first. At first, it was mostly confusing, as both worlds seemed the s