A Trip to Heaven by Sophia B.


I heard a crow full of helium singing opera. It was the sound that I was most overwhelmed by, and was not willing to hear. I knew exactly what it was… loud, annoying, and mischievous… it was my alarm clock.


It was beating right into my eardrums. I lay there, helpless under the mound of blankets wishing that I could go to a different dimension. A dimension where alarm clocks don’t exist, and you never have to wake up. A dimension where you feel the sensational message of warmth being sent from the mound of blankets above you. A dimension where you only wear fuzzy pajamas with fuzzy socks to keep you safe from the dark lifeless coldness.


Something kept bothering me. It sounded like an elephant just ate a scorching hot ghost pepper. It sounded like a baby tried a sour pickle for the first time. It sounded like the world has ended. I remembered what kept screaming at the top of its lungs… loud, annoying, and mischievous… it was my alarm clock.


I lazilly sat up and with my right hand, I picked up the alarm clock. With my thumb and pointer finger, I flicked the switch to OFF. And everything has stopped.


The crow full of helium stopped singing. The elephant spat out the ghost pepper. The baby had a pacifier in his mouth. And the world has started over again. I lay back down, screwed my eyelids together, and fell back asleep.

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