"Alright, we're on the clock, come on." I whispered to myself while checking my cell, bathing my eyes on the light beaming from it.

7pm on the dot. That's what it said. I mean, I know they can't predict this stuff and be absolutely exact, but hey, I've already come this far and I have a good feeling about today.

I closed my screen and put the phone back in my pocket before brushing my hands together to regain some warmth in them. I brought them to my mouth to blow some hot body warmth into them, as to help my efforts.

I directed my eyes skyward, searching for the ever so mysterious but scientifically explained phenomenon that is the Aurora Borealis. You see, I'm quite the fan, but I somehow always end up missing the damn thing because I'm either asleep or just not aware that It's happening. Now I have made it a sort of personal goal to be on the lookout, sort of, and make sure to get at least a glimpse of it whenever I can. I got pretty close once, but damn it all if it wasn't just a few seconds of green before it returned to the normal night sky.

Beggars can't be choosers, but I'm a stubborn son of a gun, and I'll be damned if I'm going to miss it this time, too.

Sitting myself gingerly down on the cold grass, I remove my backpack and promptly plop it down beside me. I zip it open and stuff my hand in, feeling around for my can of cocoa. It doesn't take long before I find the cylinder of metal containing my favorite hot drink.

Once I fish it up from the maw of backpack, I unscrew the lid and take a careful sip of the steaming brew from the can itself, not yet bothering to fill up the makeshift cup that the lid becomes. As soon as it hits my lip and I gulp down a small portion, I quickly retreat from the heat and enjoy the feeling of warmth that fills me. I quite enjoy this, being out in the cold with a can of cocoa. Reminds me of my childhood for some reason, I can't really explain it.

Sighing in satisfaction, I screw the lid back on and put the can between my legs, locking it in place with my knees. I kept my glance towards the black night sky littered with stars, shaping all of our favorite constellations. My eyes land on the famous Big Dipper as always, being the biggest and most memorable for me personally.

No, don't get the idea of me being an astrono-something, cus' I'm not. I just like pretty shapes. And stars are cool. I get lost sometimes about the fact that each star is a sun and have their own solar systems, most likely with planets orbiting them housing at least one or two worlds similar to ours.

Deciding to get comfortable, I carefully lean back to lie down on the cold grass, planting my hands behind my head for extra comfort and support. I had to shift a little bit to adjust to some rocks and uneven ground under my back, but once I found that one, very special position, I relaxed my entire body and gave a content sigh and sank right into the ground.

As relaxing as I had made myself, and as fun as It had been trying to remember where and what the different constellations were and what they were called, I had come to the conclusion that the sky had not yet shown signs of any Auroring and definitely no Borealising, and I huffed in annoyance at the rudeness of said heaven.

"You get my hopes up just for me to spend a whole forty-five minutes getting here, then not showing?" I mindlessly spoke out loud to the stars, awaiting it's snarky response. I received none.

See, I wouldn't really have a problem just seeing it from my house. I do live out on the countryside and there aren't really any sources of light to disturb the experience of looking at the night sky, but compared to the fact of going a little distance to a place where there's literally zilch of any houses, lights or people can not be matched. It just strengthens it, and besides, from here I have a perfect view towards the North.

The only pain in the neck is that I have to pack myself up in seven million layers of wool just to keep my warmth in the December air. The only side-effects to the fact that you can only really see the Northern Lights in the winter months, as the skies are much clearer and much darker.

The forecast wasn't exactly being subtle today, to say at least. They were absolutely raving all day about how grand and spectacular this was going to be, and how it was going to be seen almost halfway down the freaking continent! I can just imagine the looks on the faces of the people further down who has never even heard of that stuff happening before. Some of them probably just think it's a myth. Then again, if you're that ignorant, you'd probably think the Internet is a myth, too.

But hot damn, the sun must be really riled up to be giving off this much rage. I don't really know much about it, but I know I heard something about some space wind on the sun causing the rays to slap on our atmosphere or something.

So yeah, there's gotta be some wild winds up in the hot ball tonight.

That is to say, I thought so until right now. I was under the impression that there would at least be a pre-show or something when stuff as magnificent as this is happening.

I'm not really let down that there hasn't been any sign of it yet, in fact, I am actually still kind of excited. See, I'm not a person that gets his hopes down that fast, quite the contrary, I will wait for hours behind a door that I know somebody is coming out of just to pull a prank that looks hilarious in my head. They all end up not being quite as amazing as my mind played them out, but you get the idea.

I'll say it again, I am a stubborn son of a gun.

So I will gladly sit here for probably an hour, just staring at the skies, looking for any and all flicker of green, yellow, red or whatever color decides to make it's presence known. Besides, being this close with the landscape is soothing, especially when it's all quiet like this. It's quite nice.

Slipping out of my train of thought, I reach for my pocket and being on a slipping spree, I also slip out my phone and check it again. My dark surroundings are illuminated once my screen lights up to reveal the hour. 7:15pm. Ohwell, not that bad. I internally shrug and close the screen and once again slip it into my pocket. I direct my arm back towards the can of cocoa and bring it out of the lock between my knees.

"In this here vile, I have the essence of Felix Felicis, and it shall grant me the power required to call forth the rays of the sun." I mumble in a british accent while unscrewing the lid again, filling it up with the make-believe brew.

As if this was actually the case, as soon as I had gulped down the first sip from the makeshift cup, I saw a flicker of light out of the corner of my eyes the sky. I seized all thoughts, directing my eyes back on the black ocean above me and kept all senses on alert.

Curse me for taking my eyes off it! Why the hell does that always happen when I'm not paying attention? I swear to god life is an elaborate prank and I'm It's outlet.

It was extremely silent. It was usually quiet out here, but the eventual sound of distant waves splashing towards the reefs afar to the West was usual, but right now all focus was towards the skies, all sound, smell and feeling was replaced with the urge to find out what it was that I had just seen while being an idiot and taking my eyes away to drink some cocoa.

After having stared for what felt like 10 minutes straight, I dared to move a muscle. What the heck was that? I saw some blue-ish light swirl around for a split-second out of the corner of my eyes, but why did it stop and not happen again?!

Shaking the frustration out of my head, I picked up my cup and took another sip. Still warm, good. I certainly wasn't. Any moment out here I spent not warming myself up or keeping exposed skin covered or in motion is a moment of ever closing hypothermia.

I lifted my arm up, aiming it for the heavens and started making motions as if giving the sky the go-ahead to start doing something. I would sometimes say 'aaand NOW' while pointing my finger towards the sky, as if to 'call it' for when something was going to happen. No such luck.

"Abra Kadabra?" I asked, still looking up and hoping the sky would kick-start into submission and deliver the ass-kicking show I was promised by the pretty lady on the television. Needless to say, It didn't.

Perhaps this is getting to me more than I thought. The thought of me imagining the glimmer crossed my mind, but there's no way I didn't see a flash of blue light just then. I mean, I've imagined some thing before, but this was too clear to be my imagination.

I finally released the breath I didn't know I was holding and resumed drinking from the cup in my hands.

Alright, I'll probably stay here for another fifteen mi-

Not a moment sooner, I just about dropped the cup out of my grasp and spilling it all over myself, my mouth going as wide as the dentist requested, and stare up at the absolute explosion that had just happened above me.

"HOLY SHIT!" I jerked up and hollered out loud. Oh my god, I was in ecstasy right now. One moment I was staring at the regular old dark night sky, and then from some spot in the skies, an explosion of colors in all formats had erupted, floating gracefully along like waves through the night, bathing me and the mountan-y hill I was resting on in a beautiful light show you could truly only imagine in your dreams.

I was in so much shock, I didn't even care that I had spilled my hot drink on myself, I was too busy smiling like a crazy ex-girlfriend to give seven damns about it. I was giggling quietly to myself, watching in awe at what was happening around me. I even saw the light bathe over the landscape that was far away from me, which was just mindblowing.

There was some distant noise coming from the lights, at least I thought so, I mean, how can something like this not make sound? Some kind of humming noise, like a car engine that was turned on, but quite distant.

Also, what the actual absolute upside down logic is that? It was just an explosion! Boom! The colors! Isn't it supposed to just fade in like a sneaky snake?

My inner debate was blurred out by my butterflies flying everywhere inside me, filling me with joy as I experienced this amazing even that I would probably remember for the rest of my life. Holy Action-Man's underpants, this just... my god.

I chuckled as I felt a tear fall down my cheek and smiled wide, eyes the size of dinner plates and the cold air fully ignored. This was probably one of the first real dreams I had, and It was now being lived. I was living the dream right in this very moment, and it filled me with so much warmth. A lot of warmth, in fact.

It felt really warm, actually.

Is this normal?

All these baffling events were all happening at once and so fast, I barely managed to notice that some of the "tentacles" dancing along the skies that appeared to be miles away, as they were supposed to be behind our atmosphere, were actually inches away from my face.

"WHAT THE-" I started as the thing freaking wrapped around my waist and tried to take me away. My panic kicked in fast enough for me to flail my arms towards the ground beneath me as it flipped me upside down, trying to grab something to hold on to only to grab onto my backpack, which silly me, I forgot chain to the ground in case the Northern Lights wanted me for dinner. Needless to say, I didn't manage to stay grounded. Same goes for my backpack.

"OH MY GOD HEEEEELP!" l'm not even sure if my pleas or howling for help would even benefit at all. What was anyone supposed to do about this rather than turn tails and save themselves? I know I sure would. In fact, If I saw this happen to somebody I would probably give my old friend Mr. Psychiatrist a call just to make sure I hadn't taken a swan dive off the bad end.

So there I am, being abducted by a string or tentacle of colors, taking me skywards with increasing speed towards the center of all the commotion in the skies, which at this point looked like some sort of ball of energy.

I, of course, continued my hollering and wailing as I gained altitude into the cold night sky, but somehow it started to get even warmer. No, I wasn't pissing myself. Had I not emptied my bowels moments before I arrived to my spot, I might not have had clean undies as we speak, though. Why the hell was it getting this warm?

Oh, that's it. The sun is invading Earth, and decided I would make a decent appetizer. Maybe I can tame it with some cocoa.

Now realizing I had my other hand wrapped around my can of cocoa, I swung it to the offending string of light who had the audacity to kidnap me, only to hit myself right in the gut, the string seemingly unfazed by the blow.

I coughed and hacked from self harm, and started getting pretty worried about what was going to happen to me at this point. I was going pretty fast, now a fair 500 feet in the air and showing no signs of stopping. I was either getting eaten alive by whatever was pulling me in, or I was going to fall to my most likely death. A fall from this height would be very fatal, unless what I drank really did serve me in the luck department and decided to plant an enormous pile of hay somewhere below me.

Shoving the meaningless hopes aside, I resumed my panic in full action.

I looked towards a direction, and found what I thought to be my home, at least from what I could tell from this altitude, and I increased my shouting ten more decibels towards it, thinking it would help my cause. Not much happened except If I by a miracle survived this absolutely ridiculous shenanigans that was occurring, I would likely be dealing with a sore throat in the morning.

Well, this certainly turned out to be quite the day, didn't it? My delayed date with Aurora turned to me being pulled skywards towards her with a string of rainbow spaghetti. Believe it or not, I've had worse dates.

All I could really do at this point, was wait, and continue to scream and panic as the source of the light was almost upon me.

My eyes fluttered open as I realized a few things very quickly.

It wasn't nighttime anymore, it was a bright sunny day, not a could in the sky.

The other thing I noticed was that I was falling towards what looked like a giant city shaped like a snowflake. In the center of it was what looked like the Eiffel Tower, only differently proportioned and made out of glass. Just next to it, was a sort of dome structure connected to it, likely some sort of arena.

Upon closer inspection, the "snowflake" shape seemed to be roads, which made sense given that there were small glass houses and trees littered in the patches surrounding the roads.

Everything beyond just consisted of fields upon fields and a few roads leading to unknown places until it all just stopped at some sort of wall that seemed to stretch very far along the outskirts of the city, making it look like a dome.

This would all be cool and useful information for me, had I not been falling to my death towards the ground in the middle of said city, screaming like a madman along the way. In fact, that might not be too far from the truth. I must be going insane at this point, not only was I just moments before pulled up in the freaking night sky by the Northern Lights themselves, but was so granted with the feeling of falling to my death.

Yeah, definitely going insane. Or was this a dream? Not going to stop screaming though.

You know, some dreams feel very real, this one being probably the most real one I've had in some time, considering I remember every second from waking up, spending all day at work, coming home and then heading out. I even remember distinctly picking up a coin from the ground, which gave me a scratch on my finger, because for some reason I brushed my finger against some sharp pebble that was under the coin.

Could I have fallen asleep on that hill?

Snapping back to my current "situation", I was now clutching and hugging my backpack close to my chest, hoping it would somehow grow a parachute and save my life, but I don't think parachutes work that way. To my side was my failed weapon of a cocoa can, spinning around and spilling out hot chocolate as it fell alongside me.

I realized my screaming had brought the attention of the ground millers below, as it seemed most were scrambling towards where I would likely meet face to face with my good friend, the ground.

Are those horses?

Oh goodie, good luck saving me from hitting the ground at high velocity, horses. I have good faith.

My internal bickering was interrupted as the last thing I hoped for before I became a red stain on the ground was that the impact would wake me up on that hill, still waiting for those damn lights.

I was given no such deal, as I lost consciousness before I even hit the ground.

Author's Note

Oh my, how dramatic!

Good place to state that I have written here and there before, but not in the sake of comedy and the sorts. I figured it would be a decent change of heart as some of my more serious takes ended up failing pretty miserably.