Love, support and experience, only wonderful things happened in the aftermath. Aftermath sounds like a sci-fi apocalypse movie, and I love how the aftermath actually was more like the opposite. They made me a bed out of GIANT pillows. The took them out of the walls like giant airbags. I wish I had those giant airbags a day before though.
They're in the walls! The walls!
I fell close to my tailbone, on my bottom, on my buttocks. But the official story we put out is: I danced I tried 4 pirouette's and woops...there was impact of a small ass meteorite in Greece, spoken like a real Texan. Okay, my imagination might've taken it to far with the meteorite and to admit I'm not the genius behind the rest of our story. Our story, well, it still is my story...
"It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!"
You don't have to improve my story I told her (chief story improver) and being honest would've been fine by me. I'm not sure why I didn't wanna joke about this incident, I usually do try to make a joke out of any mishaps...turning stuff into penguins and soldiers...but it would've felt like a lie if I created this story on my own.
Greece, Day 4/Day 5