The Cloud

"Ok, class I'm going to tell you all one of my dreams I had when I was your age."

On one Friday night I went to bed. I fell right to sleep and had this weird dream.

I dreamed that I was on a cloud. It was so amazing but, it was very humid, I was speechless. My hair was sticking up on all angles and it was very sticky, steamy, foggy, damp, and misty.

I was very scared at first because, I was on a cloud, you can't be on a cloud, it's not possible but I guessed it was because, I was on one now, and it looked so real, felt so real, smelled so real. It smelt like you where in fog, you know, that weird smell.

What was I going to do to get down from there? I was very high up and I was not that very happy about that because, I do not like to be high up at all.

So I looked around the cloud to see if I had anything their to get down from. All I had was my bed and.... far in the corner of the cloud was a blue crayon. I thought for a seconded or two. I was thing about the story about a little boy that had a magic crayon.

If it was a dream I could try anything so... I grabbed the crayon and I tried to draw a parachute in the air and it worked.

I put on the parachute and hoped it would work or I was going to be dead.

I jumped off the cloud and pulled the string. I could see my house now and then I landed in to my back yard with out killing my self.

I ran in to the house and went to bed because that’s what the actors do in the movies.

I closed my eyes and fell a sleep and than I woke up and told my mom my dream I had that night.

Kyrsha A. Gobin
May 14, 2009