Story to Music: An entirely different dream

"Write no more", Quinton thought to himself. "It’s all been said before and said better." His eyelids had grown too tried to support themselves as all he longed for now was rest. It was all there in front of him, his entire life on paper. All his triumphs and his failures in one document for posterity. He tried to drink but the moment the water touched his mouth he keeled over in pain. He didn’t bother reaching for his pills it had been a long time since they had helped; if in fact they had ever helped him had now become a distance memory. Determined to press on Quinton put pen to paper one last time to write one last sentence that had some kind of deep meaning. Something that could sum up his entire life in one statement. He closed his eyes and dreamt about his youth, everything that had come before the pain and for a split second he had trouble returning to the present. He was so young back then, so handsome and like so many young men he was so very arrogant. He imagined himself sitting on the pavement, basking in the spring sun. Nothing ever bothered him in his youth, he missed that feeling. The air swirled around him and for he briefly felt content. And at that moment he wrote that last sentence which eluded him for all those years. With his story completed he stumbled to his bed, allowed his eyelids to close and dreamt an entirely different dream all together. You are probably asking yourself what his last line was; the line that summed up his entire existence, then I will tell you since to leave you hanging would be cruel. It was a simple phase, “Better luck next time,” but then he was a man of simple tastes.