Day 7

The candle on my table isn't as comfortable as the pillow on my right. How did this happened. One minute I am relaxing, snuggled into my pillow and the next my hair is on fire because it changed into the candle. Like that POOF! Guess that isn't the worst problem. My pillow is on fire as well. My nice, soft, fluffy pillow. How did that happened? Maybe I should put the fire out. My head is getting really hot right now, so I guess that's a good idea. I walk towards the shower and turn it on. I put my head underneath the stream and put out the fire. I want to walk back to my room, but someone stops me. It's a firemen. A really hot one at that. They are putting out the fire in my room. Unfortunately my pillow is ruined, but my room is saved. So I guess that's good. Without looking at my pillow again I walk towards my bed and get underneath the blankets.

When I wake up the smell of burned pillow hits me immediately. When I look into the mirror I decide I need a haircut now and walk out of my house towards the hairdresser. When I get back there's a firemen at my door. Holding a fluffy pillow in his hands. He gives me it and takes off. When I turn the pillow around I see a note stuck to it. There's a phone number on it. When I get back to my room I decide to take a nap.

When I wake up the smell is gone, when I look in the mirror my hair is still long. Well I guess it must have been a dream. But then I see a note laying on my table. A phone number written in a manly handwriting.