Matt takes me to this little antique shop in my hometown, one of the store fronts with big glass windows and stages for the store to display their stuff. It has old wooden board floors that are uneven and creak when you walk on them. It used to be a produce store, or at least the displays on the right wall suggest it, as they are inclined like fruit stands, to show the most product. There is piles of folded clothes, children's clothes, on these, and mirrors above them, at an angle. At the back of the small one room store is a glass display case, with old spoons and antique jewelry, lockets and boring things. Matt asks a question and they pull out two boxes from the piles of random junk. Toy boxes. Beanie babies and Jenga blocks and broken cars and all sorts of toys. Somehow I find some wood turning blocks and have fun looking through everything. Matt keeps setting aside things he thinks I will like. There is a life size mouse toy, but a stuffed animal. I want it but I remember saying the dogs will chew it up, where can we keep it? And my final decision is that we will keep the pet mouse stuffy in the rabbits cage so he can have company. Because the mouse is smaller than dusty, and gray.
I hear the bell, and that means I have to leave to get to school on time, so I leave Matt with all the toys and run off with my school uniform and book bag and converse shoes, to go to class. I end up running through a stone hallway like hog warts only this one turns broken and old and there are thick bright green vines now and it turns more jungle than hallway. There is only a gray stone path now, and I am suddenly afraid to go down the hall. There are snakes everywhere. Every snake you can imagine, all colors and sizes. I have to get to class! I try to find another way, even trying to go through a closing stone doorway and under a gap in the stone, but none of those ways will let me through. So I run back, down the path, as quickly as I can. I avoid all the snakes, the ones on the ground and hanging from trees and I jump over them. And there is the classroom! I am the last one there. It is outside, sort of. In this stone temple, with vines and tall grass, and perfectly public school crappy school desks in perfect order and everyone in their seats. There is a little fog. I start to pass out the worksheets the teAcher Asian, tells me to take one and pass it but I want to slow down, catch my breath, so I pass them out. Just as I start to sit for the class, an alarm goes off. We have to run out of the classroom, through the jungle or the swamp, to go help with... I don't know what the emergency was, just that our class plays a critical role in resolving it.
Think that's when I woke up and started fantasizing about master fucking me in the ass and going slow at all the painful parts to draw it out.
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