I stole a paragraph from a website so now i'm going to make a story with it because it's beautiful and I'm bored out of my mind also dumb thank you.
The fire crackled as it sat in its rightful spot in the brick fireplace filling up the room with its orange glow and warmth. I sat curled on the couch curled up in a blanket drinking hot chocolate and staring into the fire. Snow had been slowly falling all night creating a thick blanket that stretched for miles. It was late at night but I wasn't tired. I was just thinking. Nothing in particular. Just about friends and memories from elementary school.
I missed the days when life was so simple. When the most difficult thing was running back and forth to a certain beep. I knew I should go to sleep soon but why? It was so peaceful and wonderful I didn't want to break the moment. I could feel my eyelids drooping but going to bed was not something I was thinking about.
I took a sip of my hot chocolate. The cup was almost empty so I held it very close to my face trying to consume every drop. As I put the cup down on a little table next to me, I yawned a large tired yawn. My eyes stayed closed for a moment before I opened them again and noticed a man sitting in front of me. My eyes went wide and I jumped back. "Who are you?" I blurted. The man had a soft smile. He sipped a mug with one leg crossed over the other. "You know me." He said. I was confused. "Don't be afraid." He said. It was hard to be afraid when some random man was in front of me. But he said I know him? I didn't know what he was talking about. He didn't seem too familiar.
"Who are you?" I said again.
"I was part of your childhood. I was there. You just didn't know it." He took another sip. I sat confused for a moment.
"Who?" It was all I could say. He sighed.
"My name is Roger Francisco." He said smoothly. That didn't help at all!
"Are you an old teacher or something?" I asked. He laughed.
"You could say that. Instructor perhaps?" He had a grin on his face before he took another sip from his mug. I tried to think but everything came to a dead end.
"Can I have a hint?" I asked. The man nodded.
"Remember gym class? Running back and forth to a certain beep?" I did remember.
"The FitnessGram man." I whispered. He nodded
"Thats me." He said proudly. I had so many questions. What was his purpose here? Why was he here and most importantly, how was he her.
"How did you get here?" I asked curiously. He chuckled warmly.
"This is a dream." He said. "You fell asleep and imagined me here. However, anything I say would be true and not part of your imagination." None of that sounded normal at all but I went along with it. I accepted the odd situation and let him talk so then we ended up having a delightful conversation that I would never forget. The world felt so real that even the sun began to rise outside the window.
"I need to wake up soon," I said. 'It's almost morning." Francisco nodded understandingly. We talked for a little longer though. I wanted to stay in the moment for as long as possible. Soon however the morning neared and it was time for me to go.
Of course, as our talk winded down, I had to ask Francisco if he remembered any of the script of the Pacer Test. "Not much," he replied, but he held up a copy and began to read. At the sound of his voice, I was instantly transported back to elementary school. A wave of deja vu passed over me. As I listened, I thought about the many wild twists and turns of life that brought this very same voice to the millions of ears. "The FitnessGram PACER Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The twenty meter PACER Test will begin in thirty seconds. . . ."
