I was on vacation with my parents "Somewhere I can't remember". "Somewhere I can't remember" seemed somewhere out west, since everyone was wearing cowboy hats and everything was dusty, and there was little grass anywhere. So we sat in a place that looked partly like a gas station, a restaurant, and a bar all-in-one. The bartender wore a huge, white cowboy's hat, that reminded me of the one my older brother had when he was younger. I used to be jealous of that hat, but seeing it on this guy...I wasn't so jealous anymore. I still didn't know where we were but for some reason, I knew a certain someone I was acquainted with was vacationing close by. I took out my fat, little phone and texted out: "Where are you?" before sending it to said acquaintance. Little time past as my parents were deep in conversation with this cowboy bartender, when a little red signal cam up on my phone that read "New text message from Acquaintance ". I read the message: "About one Pop-tart's distance from you, but if you run, you can get here faster. One Pop-tart's distance, I thought. Not too far. I saw that my parents were still talking. I glanced at my older brother, "Come on, run a Pop-tart's distance with me." He agreed. We walked out of the bar/gas station thing and started running. It was pretty fun running with my brother, passing all the dusty people in cowboy hats and boots. We ran through a now green and grassy place. We stood behind a long row of houses. We climbed through a fence to see the front of these suburb-like rows. Each house had a large pool with a smaller one right beside it in the front yard. My brother wished me good luck on finding Acquaintance and ran back the way we had come. There was a family playing in the pools beside me. "Excuse me, but do you know weather Acquaintance is vacationing near by?" The mother, who was rather large, told me to check next door. I looked down the row of houses. Each house was exactly the same, with perfectly mowed front yards, and a small basket ball hoop in the drive way, and beautiful shining expensive-looking cars in the garages. They were all the same except for the doors, which had a different brass number drilled into it. The one next door was number 18. I opened the door, and walked inside, but it wasn't what I expected it to be. I was now going through the entrance of a huge hotel. It's ceiling seemed to stretch to infinity. This was the place I had been looking fore. "I'm here." I texted, walking up a long staircase. I looked around, then realized half of the girls I'd met on a Florida trip were there. Wearing all different types of strange dresses, one even in a full tuxedo. They told me they had all been in different weddings. I talked with them bore a while before seeing two friends from school. I rushed them over so they could meet my other friends. I let them introduce themselves since I couldn’t remember their names. They all started talking, then I remembered why I was here. I took out my phone to ask Acquaintance what number his room was. A piece of paper came out of my phone. It was a drawing of a tree and a hill with three numbers. “2-7-3.” I looked around, the doors around me were in the 250s. I let my friends talk as I slipped away and down a few halls. I stood in front of the door 273, and knocked three times. He answered. He was alone. I saw a pile of papers scattered and scribbled on over his desk. Acquaintance smile, and invited me in. I sat at a small round table in his large hotel room, by a big, open, clear window. We talked. And talked. And talked. He was a writer now, and was in the middle of a work. And from that moment on I never left his side, and I traveled around the world with him while he wrote book after beautiful book. And we lived happily ever after to the end of our happy days.


[I know I put this in the artist's comments in a picture but I decided to put it in journal form just because. Cheers.]