There I was in my bed, I was groggy still waking up. I was used to sleeping at the foot of my bed with the tv three to four feet away from my face. It was playing all night and was still playing as I woke up. As I looked up, the first glimpse of my day that Tuesday was the second plane going into the building. It was on a level of shock that I hadn’t ever experienced and have never felt since. I was like a zombie that day as everyone just tried to make sense of it all. I was a senior in high school at the time and all we did that day was watch as everything seemed to repeat. I often asked myself if this was a sign of something much bigger or even if it was the end of the world. As the incidents kept occurring I just kept asking myself what would be hit next.