My Biggest Fear

My bed was warm and toasty as my mom screamed down the hall. It was time to get up and start another day. I didn't want to start, however, because I had just been awoken from the dream to end all dreams. See, my greatest fear when i was a young lad was a giant boulder crashing through my bedroom door and crushing me to smithereens. I had multiple dreams about said boulder; one about it teasing me and rolling past my room a few times before unleashing its destruction, another about it being smaller and gradually getting big enough to flatten a Mac truck. I always feared this disastrous boulder, and worst of all, the fear has never gone away. The dream always occurred right before i awoke, making it seem all the more real. Nowadays, i have the dream less often, and when i do, it never really scares me. But back in the pre big boy pants days, it was my number one fear.