Umbrellas and Elephants.

I woke up and went into the kitchen. I picked up a jar of nutella. The fridge was leaking. It always leaks. And I forgot. It was eight fifteen a.m so I had to be quiet. I was wearing plimsoles. I slipped in the water and fell over. I hit my knee on the floor and dropped the jar of nutella. It broke. I think I may have made too much noise. I picked up the glass and left the house. I went next door and we had pancakes for breakfast and things were okay again. I like the girl from next door. She cooks nice food. She is always happy. She lets me use her computer and leave stuff in her room. She is very clever. She has brown hair and she wears glasses. Sometimes she wears contacts. She listens to happy music. When she wears lipstick she looks older than she is. She wants to get her hair cut, so I told her okay, but not too short.

I am going to start asking more questions. Being declarative makes you sound angry. Today I am not angry. Today I am fuzzy.

My dream last night felt real. I don't remember all of it. The girl from next door had to look after another girls house. I went to visit her. I had to get a bus to get there but the second time I went there I got lost. I got off at the wrong stop. And I couldn't find the right number. I had to look for twenty. It was an apartment block. It had only two floor. The odd numbers were on the bottom and the even numbers were on top. I couldn't find twenty. It wasn't between eighteen and twenty-two. I started to panick and phoned the girl from next door. She said that I was in the wrong place. I wasn't. The apartment wasn't there. I was very confused. And then I woke up. Do you think dreams mean anything?

I am going to reception to ask for a new fridge.