I was in the kitchen when it happened, there was a loud crushing noise coming from the living room.
A dark swirling void formed by gray and black clouds had appeared in my living room, or better said in the basement.
My living room looked like it had just been sucked through a vacuum cleaner.
I step into what was left of the living room and see a man clinging onto my torn carpet for dear life.
He tried to claw his way into my home but he was too weak, our eyes meet in this chaos, I somehow notice how beautiful his were, like two emeralds in the sun.
The vortex in my living room starts to expand and I watched how it consume all my precious belongings.
I run to his aid and grab his arm and pull with all my might, but it was no use.
Frantically I look around the room for something that I could use to pull him up.
But there was not much left in the room, so I tried pulling him up again with all my strength.
I grunt and groan and somehow manage to pull him up far enough for him to roll onto the last part of the wooden floor.
He is lying on the floor panting, trying to get a hold of himself.
I study him for a moment, look at his blond hair that had a fiery glow, his tattered clothes, probably from the storm.
He looked up at me, “Annmarie if you space out for any longer you wont be able to get back.” He said in a surprisingly feminine voice.
I looked at him in confusion while the walls started to crumble and fall into the maelstrom at our feet.
“Well?” He asked with a frown on his face.
And as if she just woke up from a bad dream she was back in the kitchen staring into a blender.
“Your such a dreamer Annmarie, now hurry up with that smoothie.”, Her mother yelled into the kitchen.
It didn’t take listening to noise of the blades cutting and spinning for her mind to wonder off again.
“Mr Pilot, the engines just gave out. And we’re out of peanuts!” She yelled into the cockpit.
This was only seconds before the plane crashed into a mountain made of pudding.
A dark swirling void formed by gray and black clouds had appeared in my living room, or better said in the basement.
My living room looked like it had just been sucked through a vacuum cleaner.
I step into what was left of the living room and see a man clinging onto my torn carpet for dear life.
He tried to claw his way into my home but he was too weak, our eyes meet in this chaos, I somehow notice how beautiful his were, like two emeralds in the sun.
The vortex in my living room starts to expand and I watched how it consume all my precious belongings.
I run to his aid and grab his arm and pull with all my might, but it was no use.
Frantically I look around the room for something that I could use to pull him up.
But there was not much left in the room, so I tried pulling him up again with all my strength.
I grunt and groan and somehow manage to pull him up far enough for him to roll onto the last part of the wooden floor.
He is lying on the floor panting, trying to get a hold of himself.
I study him for a moment, look at his blond hair that had a fiery glow, his tattered clothes, probably from the storm.
He looked up at me, “Annmarie if you space out for any longer you wont be able to get back.” He said in a surprisingly feminine voice.
I looked at him in confusion while the walls started to crumble and fall into the maelstrom at our feet.
“Well?” He asked with a frown on his face.
And as if she just woke up from a bad dream she was back in the kitchen staring into a blender.
“Your such a dreamer Annmarie, now hurry up with that smoothie.”, Her mother yelled into the kitchen.
It didn’t take listening to noise of the blades cutting and spinning for her mind to wonder off again.
“Mr Pilot, the engines just gave out. And we’re out of peanuts!” She yelled into the cockpit.
This was only seconds before the plane crashed into a mountain made of pudding.
