the kitchen robbers }} Sasha x Bertholdt
Apr 6, 2014 8:22:18 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 6, 2014 8:22:18 GMT -5
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Dreams. Dreams are something that are not reality. Dreams give a false perception of the world, they lie to us and treat us to a world which we could only wish to be true. I loved dreaming, but I loved something more. I loved the places that my mind swept me away to, the places which made me happy, which made my insides all warm and gooey with pleasure. Dreams were things that could put a girl on top of the world but they were also things that could flip a girls world upside down. Not all dreams were sweet dreams. Some are sour and bitter, taking you to a world of pain and misery; to a world where everything that could go wrong does.
I have dreams, dream of fun, of food, of working, of food, of friends, potatoes, kitchens and of fluffy cods made of fairy floss. But then I have dreams of Levi and monsters and of Angry Annie or angry Eren even- who, by the way, can be really scary when he is angry, even though Mikasa is much worse. And those dreams the ones of hate and ante… well they don't make me bounce off the walls, they don't make me happy, or smile or laugh. They make me want to cry, want to hide in a corner and binge eat. I hate dreams like that, I hate dreams that make me feel like a deflated balloon- I wanted to be a that flew high in the sky full of light happy gas. Thats what I wanted- I wanted to have dreams like that every night until I died.
But I knew that was never going to happen. After all life was filled with both ups and downs. Sometimes more ups then downs, but other times more downs then anything. Once you think about it like that life was much like a roller coaster. We both swing all over the place, unstable and sometimes scary but other times extremely fun and adrenaline rushing. I loved roller coasters, thus I loved life… even though at times life is hard…
But Roller coasters and life wasn't really what we were talking about, was it? I sorta do that sometimes. Go off rampaging on thoughts that sorta link to what I am thinking about then also don't link at all. In a way you could say I was a day dreamer, or an air head even.
Anyway back on topic. Dreams. Yes. I had a dream last night. But it was no fluffy dream filled with warm soups and fresh lemons. It was one of the other dreams, a Nightmare- thats what there called, right? Well anyways because of that nightmare I was wide away, my whole boy tense, alert for any signs of danger, of any sings of anything that would make my heart beat any faster than it was now. I lay in my bed, the sheets of my mattress wrapped uncomfortably around my bare legs. A thin layer of sweat coated my body and my pounding heart was the only thing that I could hear. It was just a dream I tell myself, pulling myself into a sitting position, my legs untangling themselves from the white martial. Looking around me I wait until my beating heart returns to normal. I rub the muscles in my neck forcing them to relax.
As I said earlier, yeah I loved dreams, but I also hated them as well.
Sighing I climbed out of the bed and wandered over to my closet where I pulled out a jacket and some shorts. I slipped them on without a word and walked to door slipping out of the room and sliding into a hallway which was alive with light. I must of forgotten to turn the lights off before I went to bed. As I walk past the window I notice that it is still dark outside. I pause for a moment, my eyes searching the darkness beyond the sheet of glass. What was the time?
Suddenly a loud growl erupts from the pits of my stomach. Instantly my hand reach for my belly and I hug myself tightly, my cheeks flushing a deep red. I look around myself, almost as though I was expecting to be scolded, until I remember that I was at him and that no one was going to scold me in my own house. Letting my arms fall to my sides once again I almost smile in delight. Thats right, at home my stomach could talk to me as much as it wanted. “You hungry, big guy?” I ask i, rubbing it affectionately. In response a small groan came from it direction. “hahaha, okay lets get you something to eat.”
With a bounce in my step I wander into the kitchen of my small house. My feet take me immediately towards the fridge which I pull open in a matter of seconds my eyes scanning the fridges inside. To mu utter surprise it was empty. There was absolutely nothing , the shelves wiped clean of any content. “How…?” the question slips past the guard of my lips, as gentle as the whispering wind. How was it empty- hadn't I gone shopping only two days ago?
Frowning I allow the fridge to fall shut. What was I going to do? I had no food in the house and I was hungry. My stomach growls. “Hey I know your hungry but you are going to have to take a chill pill, cause right now we are in a bit of a problem.” At that there was silence. What was I going to do- wait. Wait a moment, I knew exactly what I was going to do. The kitchen, in the main head quarters! there would be food in there for sure! of course there would be, I mean I was in there yesterday and the place was over flowing with all the goodies. With a small jump of joy I run to the front door. Ripping the door open I flee down the empty street, my bare feet making small thumps of the cement pathway.
THE ADVENTURE BEGINS
Dreams. Dreams are something that are not reality. Dreams give a false perception of the world, they lie to us and treat us to a world which we could only wish to be true. I loved dreaming, but I loved something more. I loved the places that my mind swept me away to, the places which made me happy, which made my insides all warm and gooey with pleasure. Dreams were things that could put a girl on top of the world but they were also things that could flip a girls world upside down. Not all dreams were sweet dreams. Some are sour and bitter, taking you to a world of pain and misery; to a world where everything that could go wrong does.
I have dreams, dream of fun, of food, of working, of food, of friends, potatoes, kitchens and of fluffy cods made of fairy floss. But then I have dreams of Levi and monsters and of Angry Annie or angry Eren even- who, by the way, can be really scary when he is angry, even though Mikasa is much worse. And those dreams the ones of hate and ante… well they don't make me bounce off the walls, they don't make me happy, or smile or laugh. They make me want to cry, want to hide in a corner and binge eat. I hate dreams like that, I hate dreams that make me feel like a deflated balloon- I wanted to be a that flew high in the sky full of light happy gas. Thats what I wanted- I wanted to have dreams like that every night until I died.
But I knew that was never going to happen. After all life was filled with both ups and downs. Sometimes more ups then downs, but other times more downs then anything. Once you think about it like that life was much like a roller coaster. We both swing all over the place, unstable and sometimes scary but other times extremely fun and adrenaline rushing. I loved roller coasters, thus I loved life… even though at times life is hard…
But Roller coasters and life wasn't really what we were talking about, was it? I sorta do that sometimes. Go off rampaging on thoughts that sorta link to what I am thinking about then also don't link at all. In a way you could say I was a day dreamer, or an air head even.
Anyway back on topic. Dreams. Yes. I had a dream last night. But it was no fluffy dream filled with warm soups and fresh lemons. It was one of the other dreams, a Nightmare- thats what there called, right? Well anyways because of that nightmare I was wide away, my whole boy tense, alert for any signs of danger, of any sings of anything that would make my heart beat any faster than it was now. I lay in my bed, the sheets of my mattress wrapped uncomfortably around my bare legs. A thin layer of sweat coated my body and my pounding heart was the only thing that I could hear. It was just a dream I tell myself, pulling myself into a sitting position, my legs untangling themselves from the white martial. Looking around me I wait until my beating heart returns to normal. I rub the muscles in my neck forcing them to relax.
As I said earlier, yeah I loved dreams, but I also hated them as well.
Sighing I climbed out of the bed and wandered over to my closet where I pulled out a jacket and some shorts. I slipped them on without a word and walked to door slipping out of the room and sliding into a hallway which was alive with light. I must of forgotten to turn the lights off before I went to bed. As I walk past the window I notice that it is still dark outside. I pause for a moment, my eyes searching the darkness beyond the sheet of glass. What was the time?
Suddenly a loud growl erupts from the pits of my stomach. Instantly my hand reach for my belly and I hug myself tightly, my cheeks flushing a deep red. I look around myself, almost as though I was expecting to be scolded, until I remember that I was at him and that no one was going to scold me in my own house. Letting my arms fall to my sides once again I almost smile in delight. Thats right, at home my stomach could talk to me as much as it wanted. “You hungry, big guy?” I ask i, rubbing it affectionately. In response a small groan came from it direction. “hahaha, okay lets get you something to eat.”
With a bounce in my step I wander into the kitchen of my small house. My feet take me immediately towards the fridge which I pull open in a matter of seconds my eyes scanning the fridges inside. To mu utter surprise it was empty. There was absolutely nothing , the shelves wiped clean of any content. “How…?” the question slips past the guard of my lips, as gentle as the whispering wind. How was it empty- hadn't I gone shopping only two days ago?
Frowning I allow the fridge to fall shut. What was I going to do? I had no food in the house and I was hungry. My stomach growls. “Hey I know your hungry but you are going to have to take a chill pill, cause right now we are in a bit of a problem.” At that there was silence. What was I going to do- wait. Wait a moment, I knew exactly what I was going to do. The kitchen, in the main head quarters! there would be food in there for sure! of course there would be, I mean I was in there yesterday and the place was over flowing with all the goodies. With a small jump of joy I run to the front door. Ripping the door open I flee down the empty street, my bare feet making small thumps of the cement pathway.
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