It was my 12th birthday. My friend Alexa was spending the night. We stayed up all night. Which means we crashed around 2 in the morning.
I am so happy. My own hot dog store. Five rows of shelves to my left contain all the hot dog ingrediants. Hot dogs, buns, condiments. All of it.
My friend works here with me. I tell her what I need, and she grabs it from the shelf. After the lunch rush is over, I tell her to take a break. She disappears. Then, the ground starts shaking. The first thought in my head is earthquake. Until I hear a giant-sized laugh.
In the door comes a monster. Fuzzy blue and purple fur with horns longer than me. Speaking of me, I seem to be getting smaller. I can't reach the cash register. I stop shrinking when I am only able to reach the bottom three shelves. Of course, as any hot dog sales-woman knows, the hot dogs are located on the top shelf. The monster, which, had it not been about to eat me, would have been pretty cute, wanted a hot dog.
Seeing as I couldn't reach the hot dogs and my friend was no where to be seen, there was only one logical thing to do.
I commenced running around in circles, screaming, "Hot dogs on the top shelf!" over and over again.
At this point, my friend shakes me awake and tells me that there are no hot dogs. She says she has been watching and laughing at me for the last 20 minutes, trying to decide if she should wake me up or not.