I woke up...
It was one of those days were I really had dreamed something at night. I was trying to remember the whole thing, but it felt like the more I tried, the more I forgot. I had little fragments in my memory: it was something about a dog, a Ferris wheel, and some sort of cupcakes...
I suddenly let go of the dream, when I looked at the clock and realized that I was late. Why did nobody tell me anything?, was the only thing I could think of. My backpack was on the floor for some reason; I quickly picked everything up and prayed I didn't forget a thing.
I found the clothes I was going to wear and put them on. In days like these, I usually have to skip breakfast, so I was trying to ignore the hunger that I was starting to feel. Bacon and pancakes would be great, my stomach seemed to say.
I ran into the kitchen and there was nobody there. So they left without me?
A lot of ideas started moving around inside my head: How can I get to school? Should I call someone? Is this a good excuse not to go? Will I get in trouble? And the most important one: Why did this happen?
I felt scared and excited at the same time, since this was the first time this happened to me. I even imagined what it would be like if I lived on my own in that house. Maybe they wouldn't come back. Maybe this is my life now...
Then I suddenly realized: Today it's Sunday. No school. We oversleep.
I wonder if I can get back to the dog, the Ferris wheel, and the cupcakes, without anyone noticing...