My head is spinning. I clutch it, and kneel in pain on the floor. My stomach also begans turning and squirming. I feel sick and hot. My vision goes black. Sarah watches, her cheeks damp with tears, a slow trickle of blood escaping her mouth. My eyes are now melting in a puddle of black, corrosive goo on the floor. Sarah begins to cry, and the trickle of blood becomes stronger, until she begins to choke. She's choking on the floor, and begins hacking. She's not choking, but she sure is coughing. Me, I'm just a puddle of stinky corrosive goo sizzling through the floor.

his head splits open, and the fox pokes his guilty head out, the crust of blood proving a recent feast. The clown dissolves to powder, and the fox falls down, down, down, and never stops, and for some reason all I can think about is the crust of blood around his mouth as I sit in a daze on the side of the sunny green hill. I hear distant laughter of small children.

I was having one of those days; the kind of day that everything seemed to be working against me. It started straight out of bed; I rolled over, only to find that I had run out of bed and hit the floor...hard. That was rough but what happened next was even worse. The alarm for the appointment that I was scheduled to be at half an hour ago never went off, the kids used all the hot water just before they headed off to school, I am out of coffee, and little did I know that twenty minutes and a Stewarts hot coffee in my lap later I would get pulled over by an officer that seemed to be having a day similar to mine. As soon I as I think that things couldn't possible get any worse; things got worse...

My only purpose for leaving my house was the empty carton of milk in the frige, but I had to walk because my used car fell apart; this adventure had brought back no milk. I walked down the street about three blocks, till I hit the corner. The first "obstacle" that I had to pass on my way to the deli was my brother and his obnoxious friends; this should be fun.