I wake up and there I lay

With with vines all over

It’s like I’m dead

And not my normal self

I see a man

Who’s beard is as thin as a pencil

I try to get up

And I can’t seem to know how

I lay in shame

Knowing that I’ll never be the same

I see grass and flowers and trees

And hearing the sound of buzzing bees

A single fly lands on my nose

And why did he land there, nobody knows

I try to pick up my hand

But it is stuck to the flat land

Vines, get off of me

Vines, get off of me!

I really wanna stand up

While I see and rotten old cup

Realizing that’ll be me, rotten and old

“Hey, you ok”

mumble mumble

“Hello?”

mumble

gasping

Am I alive?

Or is this a dream

I think I’m alive?

But it’ll never seem

I get out of bed

And I go downstairs

My legs feel like jello

My little brother says “hello!”

I say hi

And I feel like I’m flying in the sky

This all feels like a dream

Wait, why are vines coming out of my head?

This is exactly what I said!

AH! gasping