-Thursday (morning)- He dived deeply into the pi llow full of cotton and slowly start to dream. He dreamed of his own desires. He started to dream of him waking up and slowly stretching his arms and legs. Although, he wanted to wake up and let his sleepy mood take over, he had a feeling that it was going to be a good day. He slopped over heading towards the [MIRROR]. He looked at his frown that melted off his drowsy face. His eyes wanted to collapsed on themselves making his vision blurry and fuzzy like a [RABBIT]’s fur. He start to walk unevenly with every step towards the hall. As his feet touch the soft fluffy carpet, his [ANKLE] started to gain all the pressure from all the clumsy walking. As he make himself down the [STAIRCASE], he became more tired and grouchy. He felt like he had an [ELEPHANT] strapped on his back. He got to the kitchen counter that was in the middle of the room like a drifting island. He treated himself with breakfast. He turn on the [TOASTER] and set the bread into position. He then commenced to press the up button which was symbolized by [ARROW]. He took the toast and examined it. Golden. He quickly finished his daily routine by making some [COFFEE]. He lower his [SPINe] gravitating towards the cup of Joe. As his dog climbed onto his lap. He started to pet the dog and said “Good boy” with a sense of caring in his words. Then the dog ran to his [BUCKET] full of doggie treats. The morning was perfect, almost too perfect. It was what he wanted. Yet that was when he remembered that it was only a dream. It was all played in his head. His perfect scenery didn’t exist. Yet he kept his head up knowing that it was today and there was always tomorrow, friday. He chose to start over today, on Thursday. So he woke up from dream, from his fake reality into the real world. Little did he know…. it was Friday!!!
All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. ~Edgar Allan Poe