I stare at my washing spinning around. I saw my white jeans spinning and spinning around than ding. I put them on and everything became big. I Start to turn minuscule then the door opens its my mom with a calendar. she wacks it at me twice than faints. I fly, wait what. I see that I have wings and a tail and I spit fire and for some reason I spit fire. And I spit fire. And I spit fire. I started to fly until this sticky substance grabs me. I tug but I’m stuck, slowly, I sink into the substance.