Narritive+Poem

Late one night, driving with my mom I tiptoe into Alissa's house Not wanting to wake her little brother "Lets make ramen and tomato soup!" She said excitedly as I walked into the kitchen "Ramen and tomato soup?? ... at 11 o' clock at night??" I questioned my best friends choice of food Red soup splattered; popcorn popped; a failure bowl of cookie dough in the trash, with a new one started, trying to decide what went wrong. Pillows trown like clouds in the sky, blakets, and food covered the floor like snow in December. Eating, dancing, singing, laughing, and talking Lating outside, watching the stars up high twinkle and glow, knowing theres got to be more to life. The sun peeked in the window, shining like a silent alarm clock. Relizing we forgot to sleep, walked to McDonalds, got a large ice coffee, and sat in the play place for hours.