i didn't want to get up. i would've rather much enjoyed spending my time in bed with my pickle themed room. literally, whenever i look around, the first thing i see is pickles. it doesn't get greater than this.
it's already 10:50? well, time for my morning pickle.
i excitedly open up my drawer, getting ready to eat my morning pickle. huh? there's...there's nothing there? i must've ran out...
i got up even though i had planned to stay in bed all day, but due to this inconvenience i was forced to get up.
i didn't bother changing or getting ready, i just immediately head out of my home to the store. i got in my lime green car that had a pickle air freshener. each day, the smell of it got fainter and weaker. today, i could barely smell it, but because i hadn't had pickles in a few hours, it smelled as clear as day. the smell drove me even more crazier than i already was.
i could barely take it anymore. i went on full speed, ignoring the set speed limit. i went faster and faster until i finally reached my destination, until finally, i arrived.
i went inside, frantic. i had already memorized where the pickle aisle was like the back of my hand, but for some reason, there was nothing...
instead, there was a sour smell that was oh so familiar. the one that no matter how much i smelled, each time it makes my nose flare and my mouth salivate like crazy. i never get tired of it.
