My Innovative Nightmare
It was the most fluid experience I have ever been through.
There were bustling sounds that night; I woke up immediately in the darkness of my room. There were sounds coming from my pen pouch; the one I use to draw my heart out with. It didnt take me long to realize that the sounds were real and were indeed coming from my pouch on the desk. Okay, what the heck? Is there a bug in the or something? One way to find out. I picked it up and unzipped it, looking down into the small pouch
but there were no pens or pencils. Nada. Why I came in closer, Ill never know. There was hollow darkness in that small thing! I brought my face closer to it
I fell through the pouch as if it was a long tunnel leading to the center of the earth.
I fell and fell and fell, looking up to see the opening of the pouch zip closed. Then I heard a bunch