Where am I? I look around to see gators everywhere. Gatorland, I'm back home at jesus's crib. I looked at my phone it said 3 am, wtf is going on. It's so peaceful. I can hear the sound of waves from the beach nearby. I start to look around for my co-workers. Nobody. Of course it's 3 am, but how did I get here? Why am I here?
I heard over to the beach, beautiful. I collapsed on the beach. I felted so safe and warm. The beach I would come to when I was a kid. I stop coming when I was 14, lost my friends and had no time. I was spending to much time at Gatorland, I was never happy anymore, but why do I say I love it when I don't? Why do I lie? Why was I so unhappy with life.
There he was. Wilbur was siting singing looking out at the ocean. The voice of a angle. Made me feel even more safe then I was. It was soothing and calm. I want to stay-
