To think is to be aware and to remember what you have perceived. Thoughts help you form opinions and gather your ideas. Thoughts bring you to conclusions and new ways of thinking. So, every single day, I stop and I think.
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A book in which I...
I was dreaming about Finding Dory when an explosion sounded nearby. I saw Dory's silhouette pop up behind some coral.
"No!" I screamed as I attempted to swim to her in time.
"Nemo!" she called, her voice laced with terror. I was Nemo.
Come on "lucky fin", don't fail me now!
It sure wasn't making me feel lucky.
The explosion sounded again, louder than it had been before.
I tried my hardest to catch up to Dory, but within seconds, she was gone. She had managed to slip past me again.
What do I tell dad? I thought to myself. He's gonna be so sad that I found Dory then lost her.
Another explosion sounded, which caused me to open my eyes.
I looked around the room, confuzzled as ever.
What the actual fudge? I thought. Why am I in a girl's room? How can I breathe when I'm out of water?! So many questions!
Realization dawned on me.
Ohhh...
It was just a dream.
I sighed and sat up in my bed. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed my glasses off of my bed's headboard, and put them on.
A yawn escaped my mouth as I stretched.
For a second, I was content. Then the sound of something hitting my window caused me to whip my head towards it and get whiplash.
"Ouch!" I whisper-yelled.
I heard the sound again and started to get angry.
Who disturbs my slumber?
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I hopped off of my bed and threw my window open. I looked down in time to see my boyfriend pick something up from the ground.
My lips involuntarily turned up into a smile; I guess I was glad that he was here. My smile wiped off as I realized he was the reason for me being awake at this forsaken time.
I was about to yell at him for disturbing my sleep when his arms hitched back and something flew at me, full force.
His looked up and his eyes widened; he realized that I was standing there. My eyebrows furrowed in confuzzlement because I didn't know what was wrong.
Due to my terrible eyesight, I couldn't see what he had thrown, even though I was wearing my glasses. I opened my mouth to ask, but a gray object suddenly came into my vision and showed no signs of slowing down.
I gasped and took a step back, but I was too late. The gray object, a rock, struck me in the middle of my forehead, which caused me to stumble and collapse onto the floor.
I whispered, "Fudge," before I descended into dreamland thinking about the scene from Sharkboy and Lavagirl where they were in the Land of Milk and Cookies.
Mmm... milk and cookies sounded so good.
Ah fudge! I probably have a big purple fudging alien bump on my head. Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if an alien baby popped out of it.
That was my last thought before I fell into a deep sleep, but not before I heard a voice that sounded a whole lot like my boyfriend say, "Shit."
