Skin glowing with heat on a Summer beach. It made her doze off. It made me doze off.

I awoke because she was punching me.
“What is it?”
“Stop shaking the balloons!”
“What balloons?”
“I see the pizza. It’s in the wall.”

Of course she was dreaming. I managed several seconds of pondering about what kind of story could involve shaking balloons and pizza hidden in a wall. Then I was distracted by other thoughts.

I had a melancholy thought about tea pots. We were so comfortable on this beach, but we had no knowledge of the future. There was no telling what might happen. Trembling with apprehension I thought of the possibility of beings from another planet showing up, hovering above the beach in a trendy spaceship, and bringing a tea pot. They might show us a tea pot, and smile viciously because their tea pot is so much more superior to any of our tea pots. Bloody expletive! I scanned the sky with a mind filled with worry and distress.

No, our tea pots are quite alright, aren’t they? I mean, it’s still okay to have our tea pots, right? I think so. I think it’s still pretty okay to have our tea pots. I think it’s still pretty okay.