I was jumping on clouds and riding on rainbows with a selfie-stick in one hand (no phone, just the selfie stick) in one hand and a White Claw in the other.
Toxic by Britney Spears was playing in the background. "Oh, everything is just oh so very marvelous!" I think to myself. When suddenly and completely out of knowwhere-ly i hear a loud crunching noise. "What is that mysterious crunching noise?" I think to myself. And then... Reality hits me in the head harder than the volleyball can during a tournament. "Wait.. I don't even LIKE Britney!" "And--Hey.. It smells goofy, silly AND funky in here.." It was as though I had now realised I was dreaming. Then-- YES, Just right then I awaken.
Only..-- "Hey, these arent my sheets.." I think to myself. "I don't own any Real Egyptian Silk ." 'Twas also a much-much-much-much-MUCH smaller room than mine.
I was facing the wall, and being uncomfortable in that position, I shuffle to where I am facing the other side of the bed. That's where I see it. A tall, flaming green, shabby, skinny, fat, green, skinny, green, handsome, green man.
