Unadventureland

Hi,

Saturday...

The spring brisk running through my hair. How cool the chill they are. Wind directions from left and right seems prefect cold. Restless my rest has become. Tossing and turning they come. Dreams wash off left and right. My slumber be awaken by the rings of the door. Oh how loud they are. Eyes wide open to peak the intrusion in one's room. Nothing one can do but fake one's sleep. Swift they come and go.

Entering into one's soft bed to regain the rest one had. The toss and turn came running back to shake things up. Sad has one become. Awake from my slumber. Walking like zombie. One leg in front of the other. Progressing to the restroom. The shower they come gushing over one's body. Wrapping one with water to tell one is alive. Hot Hot Hot. It was Hot. The burn on my skin is as red as roses are yet smell as lovely as roses.

Still in the daze from one's sleep. Crazy it seems but going back seems so prefect. The conditions is prefect. Love. Love as passion for sleep overwhelm one. Oh i cry for more sleep. In the moment, hunger steps into love-relationship one has with sleep. Hunger filled with anger. Terrify sleep to the shadows of the mind. Hunger boil down in one's veins to the desire to find delicious food. Rumbles come like quake in the body. Weak one was with an empty stomach. Hunger crippling one's strength.

Food needed to be found. Search like mad-gentleman. Bread. Man shall not live by it alone. However, found nearest to one. In the room bread was. Tasty bread is. The smell of brown bread in the afternoon together with a spread. A spread that to determine unique taste to brown bread. Spread like chocolate. Brown bread met chocolate spread. It was a love affair waiting to happen.

The many pack flavors of chocolate brown bread dancing on one's tongue. Brown bread and chocolate was doing the waltz. Beautiful the dance was. Oh how one crave for more it.

Hunger put silent by the dance of chocolate brown bread did. Hunger went back to bed. The party had overjoyed hunger. Drunk has become of hunger. One's body revive with strength. strength to steer one's day. Day has yet to began. Began it has already. Already afternoon it was. No time to waste in one's room doing nothing. Nothing is worth not doing. Doing one shall must go about. About did do.

One travel around places. Places to occupy one's mind with knowledge. Knowledge needed to be learn before the test. Test of intelligence. Intelligence one must gather. Gather one has. Hours and hours and hours. Solving and Receiving and Memorizing.

Hours slowed down by hunger. Once again awaken. Confuse it was. Hiccups of hunger. Hunger wants to go to another party. A bigger and better party. Where there will be a lot of dancing. ballroom of taste.

One had to fight hunger. Because hunger was not time to party just yet. One had to give muscles some action. Action muscles so passionately wants. Telling one to workout. Workout to be strong. Strong one must.

The dribble was set. Fun time one had working out today. The muscles feel strong and powerful. Satisfy muscles were. Hunger knocking on the door rapidly. Like there was a storm outside and wanting to be in quickly as possible.

Eat one shall do. Cuisine one must have. Hunger wants a party. The flavors of chicken and curl fries were fiery dance. Like a tango.

The time is almost over. Things slowly down. The body, mind, spirit. Calling for sleep. Sleep arrive on time. To carry one to the journey of fantasy land. Land that one's dream will stay as a dream. Eyelids clipping together. The clipping became more intense as one tries to finish this writing. Fading away to the motions of sleep. Soft the sheets it is. Blanket warm to the touch. Lights blinking out. Darkness to enhance the sleeping motion. Yawns. Yawns. Yawns. Yawns. sleep. sleep. The love of one's life. Calling in most soothing voice. Voice one cannot resist. Yawn. zzzZZZzzzzZzzzzzzZZZzZzzZZzzzzz.

Began,