At first, Oliver wasn't to worried about the fact that he was sleeping on dirt and grass. Caught somewhere between consciousness and REM sleep, his mind was a melting pot of thoughts: hmm, grass, I want a dog. Sleepy...
"--cking kidding me??"
He woke with a start. At first, his surroundings seemed not to matter as much as the female voice shrieking not too far from him, and he was still a little hung up about that dream with the dog. Who was screaming? What was going on?
When his eyes focused on the ground, and realized that it was purple, he started to feel a bit sick.
"H-hello?" He wheezed.
"--cking kidding me??"
He woke with a start. At first, his surroundings seemed not to matter as much as the female voice shrieking not too far from him, and he was still a little hung up about that dream with the dog. Who was screaming? What was going on?
When his eyes focused on the ground, and realized that it was purple, he started to feel a bit sick.
"H-hello?" He wheezed.