All the sudden, I feel like a million pounds is pressing on my back. I am surrounded by darkness and suffocating. I go to move my legs and find that I now have what feels like an additional fourteen. This isn't a big deal to me, after all, I do lucid dream often. This is just a dream of course. After squirming my way out of a tight spot, I notice that the darkness is simply the sheets covering my face.I can now breathe better. I can't help but laugh at my stupidity and I often enjoy controlling my dreams so I play along with lucid dream. I see no light and at this point, I have no good reason to try and wake myself up. I go to get out from under the covers and flip my pillow over, a usual habit of mine. I squirm and squirm and for some odd
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For the first time, the hairs on my back literally stand up, pun intended. I hear my seven year old brother enter the room. I know that it is him because I can hear his favorite show playing on his IPad, Pokemon. He exclaims, “Charmander! I choose …show more content…
My brother spends most of his time playing indoor sports or sitting on his IPad. This is incredibly relevant because I have no idea how he acts when confronted by bugs. He has a tendency to be OCD and does not like mud and dirt. This is why I figure that he will not go to the plant. This gives me some relief, but not much. At this time, I decided that my best bet and the only way to be positive of my safety is to burrow into the soil in the pot. I briefly thank myself for not leaving the pot. I decided that burrowing in the outer rim of the pot might be the easiest route because that way I will not have to deal with roots. I then changed my mind remembering that I can use the roots to pull myself back out of the wet soil. Also, this will most likely look more natural considering a random hole on the border of the soil might raise curiosity. I burrow all the way down to the tip on a thin, stringy route and stay as still as possible. I remember that my stillness might be irrelevant considering my size. Despite this, I remain still. After what I assume is several minutes, I emerge from the soil. My brother becomes disconcerted with my not being in my
For the first time, the hairs on my back literally stand up, pun intended. I hear my seven year old brother enter the room. I know that it is him because I can hear his favorite show playing on his IPad, Pokemon. He exclaims, “Charmander! I choose …show more content…
My brother spends most of his time playing indoor sports or sitting on his IPad. This is incredibly relevant because I have no idea how he acts when confronted by bugs. He has a tendency to be OCD and does not like mud and dirt. This is why I figure that he will not go to the plant. This gives me some relief, but not much. At this time, I decided that my best bet and the only way to be positive of my safety is to burrow into the soil in the pot. I briefly thank myself for not leaving the pot. I decided that burrowing in the outer rim of the pot might be the easiest route because that way I will not have to deal with roots. I then changed my mind remembering that I can use the roots to pull myself back out of the wet soil. Also, this will most likely look more natural considering a random hole on the border of the soil might raise curiosity. I burrow all the way down to the tip on a thin, stringy route and stay as still as possible. I remember that my stillness might be irrelevant considering my size. Despite this, I remain still. After what I assume is several minutes, I emerge from the soil. My brother becomes disconcerted with my not being in my