Dreams of a Person Who Dreams of Doughnuts

Dreams of a Person Who Dreams of Doughnuts

As the morning break hit dawn and the birds began to chirp, little Timmy Toole dreamt away of Doughnuts and Shakes. Little Timmy had a sweet-tooth, a sweet-tooth, yes he had indeed! His dreams always felt real, but there was something more to this particular one. There was an intoxicating scent of maple syrup in the air. This made Timmy dream of doughnuts even more. The stronger that sweet scent became, the stronger became the pull from within Timmy’s tummy telling him to get his fat ass off the bed and put something inside of it already!

Something was wrong, though… this time Timmy could not get up as quickly as he once did before. He swung his right foot off the bed and “oh, shit, what the fuck did I become?” Timmy sat in awe as he stared amazed at the fact that his feet had gone away and become something that seemed to be a doughnut hole. Both feet, gone… the left one was glaze and the right one white powder sugar.

Timmy stood up and headed toward the kitchen. His balance was a bit off, but he could still walk considering he had doughnut holes for feet. He opened the refrigerator door and reached in for a plate that had a slice of apple pie on it. He turned away from the refrigerator and kicked the door shut with the nearest foot, but as he did this, he saw the reflection of his food on the aluminum door and almost dropped the plate. His calves had turned into chocolate bars. His left one Snickers and the right 3 Musketeers.

As baffled as he was by this, Timmy went ahead and grabbed a fork anyway… and dug into the pie shoveling huge chunks of pie into his mouth.

He dropped a bit of pie and quickly went to grab a towel, but as he took his first step toward the sink, he slipped on the same piece of pie he had just dropped, but he did not see it because his whole midsection had turned into a cinnamon roll. He also did not feel a thing when he fell and hit the floor. He just caught one last glimpse at his big, fat ass hitting the floor shaped like a cinnamon roll.

He awoke in a jolt back in his bed. This time he was actually awake. He got out of bed and headed to the refrigerator. He opened the door and saw a reflection of his face on the aluminum refrigerator door. He chuckled to himself and reached in; this time, however, he grabbed an apple instead of pie. Then he put on his gym clothes and went out for a jog.