It was another Saturday. The weather seemed to be very angry and it was getting hotter as each minute passed by. My friends & I were in the park and were surviving the weather’s angry mood. I think it’s time to go home, said one of them. I agreed. We all rushed home later that day, at about 5 o’clock, we went to one of my friends’ house. We played along till 8 o’clock at night. I then asked my friends if they would like to come to my house for a sleepover.
My friends rushed to ask her mom. She said yes, but unfortunately, my friend wanted to have a sleepover in her house instead. I agreed but I was yet to ask my mom. The other friend & I raced home. We pleaded with our parents to allow us for an extremely fun sleepover. My mom said yes, but I had to follow a million conditions. I had to feed my stomach 4 dosas and I was not allowed to wear shorts. And on top of that I needed to put freaking eye drops. I was all ready to leave though it took me a thousand hours to do so. I look like an alien in what my mom forced me to wear.
Anyways, we reached the sleepover house and smashed our bags on the ground. We then switched on the television and started watching the most childish series (as we were very little) “Barbie – Dreamhouse adventures”. We were soon fed up and it was time to sneak some snacks. We sprang upon the kitchen table, digging for tasty food.
Finally, we picked up some tiny Oreos, some sour candy, and not the least frutella. We gobbled everything as quickly as a tiger and got ready for a pillow flight. Each of us smashed faces as no could have ever done. Finally, we were trying to see the fish sleep, but none of them slept. Do fish sleep?
Anyways, it was 12 am and my friends literally wanted to sleep. I had to agree. Though, I was only a tiny tot just about 7 years old. We snoozed off. ZZZZZZZZ
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