Daydream Believer

This Bouquet

George awoke from the bright shining rays of sunlight passing through the wide window upon the furniture. The light danced and played around the house making every door and floor have hues of different shades.

George tried getting up only to find that his foot was still injured.

"Ah shit!" George said in shock.

He wasn't expecting it. Through the unusual magic of dreams, he forgot he even hurt himself in the first place. He now being aware that his foot was hurt, he slowly and lightly put pressure on his foot. It didn't take long before he was quincing in pain once again. He gave up trying to build a pain tolerance to his ankle.

He then sat up and found the television remote on the ground under the couch and switched through the few channels. He found the local news, some horror movie, and a comedy show. The comedy show was just beginning and he realized it was The Smothers Brothers! He loved those guys! He sat there laughing at the television and taking note of their witty responses to one another. He did this until the other boys started waking up.

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Breakfast Arrives
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All the boys were now arisen from their slumbers. They sat around socializing with each other for a while until everyone was up and going. But from all that sleep, their stomachs were full of hunger and craved food and energy.

Mike had prepared french toast with warm drizzled maple syrup on top.

"Alright fellas, breakfast is done!" Mike's voice echoed through the living room.

Everyone started making their way to the kitchen with hungry bellies. George was especially hungry for the deliciously appetizing food.

*THUD CRASH*

George only walked a few feet till his face met the floor with a sudden thud. Everyone's eyes looked down with the clumsy man lying on the floor in the middle of living room area. They all stopped making their plates to eat.

"Are you alright?" Everyone seemed to be asking all at once.

George was overwhelmed, but his knight in shining armor came running in the fastest, there to be the first one to help him.

"I've got you, Darling." Davy said urgently.

"Fuck me, all I want is to get some goddamn french toast, but I can't walk without fucking something up!" George said getting irritated with himself.

"I know it's frustrating, but I'll be here to help you through it." Davy tried to comfort him.

"I just wish I didn't hold all of us back in having a wonderful last day together." George said with anger becoming a distant feeling.

"I know, but we'll make the most of it! We have to!" Davy said with hope in his voice.

"Here, let me help you up, Dear." Davy said holding out a hand.

George took his hand and awkwardly tried balancing on his good foot. After George was at his full height of 5'10, Davy slide himself under George's arm and walked him back to his couch.

"Darling, can you take me to the table? I don't want to be at the damn couch anymore." George asked.

"Yeah." Davy replied not thinking from too much concentration keeping his companion up on his feet.