Basketcase

On top of old disney resort hotel word land place (Unedited)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Mmm it smells like muffins… I like muffins…. Mother! Did you make muffins!?!??!? Wait I’m at a hotel… how could she make muffins? She bought them maybe? No store bought muffins are awful. So I’m dreaming? Okay. I can deal with that. Muffin dreaming. Okay no. Now I smell carrots… carrot muffin?

I squinted my eyes open, a small slit of light seeping through the black. There were several clouds and the sun on the opposite side away from… view? Why can’t I see it? I closed my right eye still seeing the little light. I blinked. And again. And again and again and again. I kept them open staring at the sky.

Am I going blind?

In one eye?

I lifted my hand reaching over past my right view feeling for my… hand?

I put both my hands in view, of my right eye, and place them back down at my side.

So Marissa?

I stretched out a bit sending an awake signal through my system to bad it wouldn’t help my voice.

“Marissa..” I muttered squinting my eyes and plugging my ears.

No answer.

“Marissa…” I said more clearly waking up but not ‘up’.

“Whaa…..” she yawned her voice seeming distant. I heard her roll on her side.

“Hand…” I muttered rolling my head away not wanting to move my hands.

“Hhh…? My hand…?” she mummered, movement sounding from somewhere, “I have two hands… see?”

I tilted my head towards her voice opening my eyes to see. Squinting my left I looked over to see Marissa nearly a meter away, wow we really do move in our sleep. She was showing her two hands, both her palms facing out towards me.

Huh… two hands… not three.

Hummfff… weird…

…

“AHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!” I shrieked as loud as I possibly could, shifting up on my hands and feet moving back towards Marissa still screaming.

Something cupped over my mouth, which I would hope assume to be a hand.

“What are you screaming about?” Marissa voice stopped me of my alarm. Marissa’s hand.

“Not my hand!” I pointed, striking my hand toward the third hand.

She was still partly sleeping, as was I so technically this could all be a dream or my mind playing tricks on me.

“What the-EEEK!” she shrieked also, pushing me forward.

I had just gotten flattened like a pancake at who knows when in the morning or afternoon, all I knew is that I was way too tired to be squashed this early- errr maybe late? In the day? Night?

I got up facing towards where I was sleeping going back to back with Marissa who was doing the same towards her sleeping arrangements.

“Put your hands up! You- you one armed freak!” I demanded, my hand in a gun formation.

“Yeah!” Marissa add probably to tired to think of something clever.

“What’s with the screaming?” someone or something… moaned from the pile of blankets I was lying in.

“So loud..” came from the other side where Marissa was guarding.

“Who are you! And what have you done with my seeing!?” I questioned point my gun, “Wait er… What is your motive!??????”