Chapter seven

The cotton candy is so close, I just need to stretch just a little bit and feel the sugar melting in my mouth. Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it... When I am a few inches from my goal, I hear a loud, annoying noise and start to fall. I scream as loud as I can and try to stretch my arms to hold on to the cotton candy, but it’s too late, the best invention of gastronomy is gone...

I wake up in a jump and feel my head hurt, put my hand in place and Aliso in an attempt to ease the pain. I notice that I’m sitting on the floor and realize that I fall and hit my head somewhere, since I feel some liquid wet my fingers, I just hope I don’t get migraine. I hear again the noise that made me come out of my dream and I notice my cell phone vibrating on the coffee table, huff of anger and stretch to get the phone. I answer without looking whose number and yawn sleep.

- Hello, who is it?

I ask trying not to yawn again, my mother always says that it is rude to yawn while talking to people