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An alarm’s hollers echoed throughout the tiny motel room, the two occupants groaning in response. The two beds were occupied by two figures, and the TV in front of the beds was left on. The alarm was settled in between the beds, on the nightstand. The figure on the alarm’s right groaned, shooting an alarm out and hitting the snooze alarm. Except, he didn’t just hit the snooze alarm… he smashed the alarm clock with his palm. The alarm immediately stopped and the figure poked his head out of the blanket to see what happened. The alarm was smashed to smithereens, and the nightstand was nearly cracked in half.
“What…” Israel muttered, confused. Did he hit the alarm clock that hard? He continued staring at it, not noticing his companion wake up and pop his head out from his blanket.
“Hm? What’s wrong?” Andrew asked groggily, giving out a large yawn. Israel shook his head.
“N-Nothing. I’m gonna go take a shower.” Israel said and got up from the bed. Andrew shrugged and looked at the smashed alarm clock and almost cracked nightstand. He raised an eyebrow.
“Huh, maybe we should’ve gotten a metal alarm clock instead of a plastic one.” Andrew muttered, scratching his head. As soon as he said that, a small metal alarm clock appeared out of nowhere and landed on the nightstand. Andrew’s eyes nearly popped out of its sockets when he stared at the new alarm clock. He blinked several times before touching the clock with a finger. It was solid, not an illusion.
“What’s wrong?” Israel asked, a towel draped over his shoulder and a pair of clothes in his hand. Andrew shook his head.
“N-Nothing.”
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Jazmine yawned and stretched her arms and legs, happy that she had more room on the bed. Melarni had probably gotten up before her. Her eyes were still closed as she turned on her side and curled up. Wait a minute, her blanket and favorite stuff toy was missing. Her brows furrowed, but she refused to open her eyes. She wanted to sleep some more. She reached out an arm and felt around. Instead of feeling the warm covers of the bed, she felt the cold, hard floor. Her eyes shot open and she jolted up so that she was now sitting up. She looked around, her brows furrowing together.
“I’m in the lobby?!” She questioned, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. “Did I sleepwalk again?” She muttered, shaking her head and got up.
No, she couldn’t have. Her room was on the third floor… she couldn’t have sleepwalked to the first floor! She didn’t even think operating an elevator or walking down the stairs was possible in a dream-like state. She looked around to make sure no one saw her in her pajamas. She looked up and gasped.
“My blanket! Nala!” She exclaimed in shock. Hanging above her head was her blanket, or at least, half of it as well as her stuffed lion animal. It looked as though the blanket and stuffed animal phased through the ceiling halfway, and only the bottom and butt hung from the ceiling. She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes, feeling a headache coming. Nothing made sense to her at the moment. Actually, after spotting her blanket and stuffed animal halfway into the ceiling and being in this motel, nothing made sense to her anymore.
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An alarm clock sounded throughout the room, in the usual BEEP - BEEP BEEP - BEEP sound. Christina groaned and rubbed her eyes. She was having such a good dream, and that damn alarm clock just ruined it. Oh how close she was to kissing James McAvoy! As soon as she put down her hand, she felt it hang in the air. She slowly opened her eyes, only to be face to face with the ceiling. Her eyes widened and she looked down. She was hovering five feet in the air!
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Metamorphosis
Science Fiction"So Jazmine thinks all of this is happening because of the Gatorade Doreen gave us?" Israel said and Jazmine nodded. "Think about it. All of this would've never happened if we never drank those Gatorades." She elaborated. "So if what you're saying...
