April 2, 2016

My brother was talking about game controllers. Someone else in the room was playing a fighting game and said how “loser always blocked the first punch”. They later added how “some cuteness is more embedded” than others.

I was sitting next to one of those glass coffee tables that had a platform underneath the tabletop for putting down books or other miscellaneous items. I picked up a large book titled “Walk People” that was about parks. The sun was shining in from the floor-to-ceilings windows into our modern and white living room. My dad walked in through the front door.

I couldn’t breathe properly. My jaw simply refused to open. As I looked down, the empty space below me was filling up with a foam-like substance. Someone was trying to kick me.

A baby the size of an ant was inside of a tupperware box. It crawled around, picking up and eating pieces of chocolate. It visibly grew larger while it did so.

We walked into the vacation home by the beach and was surprised to find so many beds in the basement. It was cold so I turned off the AC and took out a radiator fan. Everyone else was getting ready for bed so I walked upstairs to set up my laptop for the night. I walked up to the second floor to see that my dad was already there. We picked up a book containing illustrated strategies for playing Warcraft in Chinese on the counter which was written by a Norwegian gamer.