dbsdrummer18
03.28.2005, 06:38.AM
When I put my hand on it, it was cold. After a while it started to heat up. I was interested and curious so I kept my hand on it, not paying attention to the rapid increase of heat. Before I knew it, it was so hot my hand was burning. I took my hand off it. I shook my hand all over the place and everybody stared at me. I felt really dumb. I didn’t like the thing that burnt my hand anymore. It hurt me, and I don’t like things that hurt me. It was a black colored round thing, like a black sphere on a stand. I don’t know why it got hot; it just heated up really fast. When I realized there was nothing else to do with the black hot thing, I walked away because I was hungry and had plans to eat. I went into the kitchen and got myself a Hot Pocket. Actually it was a Philly Steak and Cheese Croissant Pocket. I put it in the microwave and went to turn it on but it wouldn’t work. I didn’t want to take the time to figure out what was wrong with it so I tried to think of another way to heat my Pocket. Suddenly it came to me. I walked back to the black sphere on a stand. It was cold once again. I placed the Croissant Pocket on the black sphere and it started to heat up, just like my hand. In no time at all I had heated up my Croissant Pocket, and so I went to the table to eat it. I thought about my adventures that day with the mysterious black sphere on a stand, and I felt good inside. The pain in my hand was going away. I realized something that day, that some things, no matter how weird or dangerous they are, are good in a way. I took my first bite of my Philly Steak and Cheese Croissant Pocket. It burnt my tongue really bad.