Saturday, September 10, 2011
Four hours of sleep do what?
Only my four hour nap could incite this. I was hanging out with my other sister and we were doing something, like getting ready for something. She had gone to get breakfast and I happened to be taking my time with whatever that she had ditched me while I was making my way out of our rooms to a main level. Somehow I was back in those rooms trying to use magic/alchemy (at least the kind where you are looking/holding an object and telling it to change as said object slowly transforms). I don't remember what exactly I was changing, only that something had startled me and I ended up hiding in on of our closets hoping I wouldn't be found. A friend had seen me move off and tried to dissuade whomever was looking for me but eventually I was found. And I made it look like I was intentionally in that closet by flipping on a light and going through the clothes in there. Something about the person looking for me caused me to feel so uncomfortable and all I could do was smile in apology and try to look more occupied with something else. The friend looked apologetic like he couldn't get that person to leave either. The next thing I know, I'm outside a warehouse with what looks to be a food drive, but they are giving out highly carbed food to a team of teens for some sport. We were waiting for one of the kids to show up and I was talking to the coordinator and holding his year old kid. Suddenly the kid is gone and I'm up a flight of steps in a dress and heels. Dresses I can handle, heels are just plain murder. I think it's some kind of dance/ fashion show because I manage to walk down these stairs in a full skirted white and pink dress. For some reason I was pissed. And on heading back to the stairs I heard someone say "now watch her stomp" which I could only assume meant my walk because by then I was already adding a bit more swagger to my steps and looking to leave.
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