I woke up feeling great, not a woke-up-on-the-right-side-of-the-bed great, but an even better great, a raining gold, puppies running around everywhere, and bacon-growing-on-trees great.
I jumped out of bed, and my dog, a ten-year-old dog who still acts like a puppy, was there to greet me. I got dressed, and the aroma of bacon wafted around the house. I looked at my clock and my heart missed a beat. It was nearly 10:00 o'clock. I ran down the stairs and asked my mum why my alarm was turned off. She said we had a ‘tornado day.’
I was confused, but apparently we had had tornado warnings, so on a perfect day, we had a tornado day, and no school.
I was ecstatic. Everything had gone right. I sat down and listened to the sizzling of the bacon, the chirping of the birds, so blissful, so quiet....
"BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP."
"BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP."
"BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP."
I sat up in bed, my alarm blarin, and my clock reading 6:40 am. It was all a dream, an amazing dream, but all a dream. I wished that my clock could stop and that I could go back to sleep. I wanted to wake up like I did in my dream, perfectly rested, happy and with my dog to greet me. Instead, my dog was lying under the covers, oblivious to the outside world. I would literally have done anything to switch places with him, to be so warm and comfortable.
I rolled out of bed, flicked on my light and start to get dressed.
I hear my Mum stir and call out, “Go back to bed. Apparently it's a tornado day.”
I jumped out of bed, and my dog, a ten-year-old dog who still acts like a puppy, was there to greet me. I got dressed, and the aroma of bacon wafted around the house. I looked at my clock and my heart missed a beat. It was nearly 10:00 o'clock. I ran down the stairs and asked my mum why my alarm was turned off. She said we had a ‘tornado day.’
I was confused, but apparently we had had tornado warnings, so on a perfect day, we had a tornado day, and no school.
I was ecstatic. Everything had gone right. I sat down and listened to the sizzling of the bacon, the chirping of the birds, so blissful, so quiet....
"BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP."
"BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP."
"BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP."
I sat up in bed, my alarm blarin, and my clock reading 6:40 am. It was all a dream, an amazing dream, but all a dream. I wished that my clock could stop and that I could go back to sleep. I wanted to wake up like I did in my dream, perfectly rested, happy and with my dog to greet me. Instead, my dog was lying under the covers, oblivious to the outside world. I would literally have done anything to switch places with him, to be so warm and comfortable.
I rolled out of bed, flicked on my light and start to get dressed.
I hear my Mum stir and call out, “Go back to bed. Apparently it's a tornado day.”
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gg
Apr 03, 2017
Nice curve at the end. THAT surprised me!
gg