RE: Day 13 Winner Announcement - You Recommend a Freewrite

Pinches yawned while she tried to open her eyes. She felt like she had slept at least two days in a row. And she had these crazy dreams. First, she had walked through a canyon, she didn’t have water, there was no cell reception, she didn’t have a clue how she had gotten there. After what had felt like hours of walking, she saw a sign that said Storytelling Rocks. The last thing she she remembered from that dream was how she thought this was such a stupid name that this could only be a dream, and then she heard noise that sounded like thunder or huge boulders rolling, she didn’t know if it came from the left or the right or both sides, and then it was all black all of a sudden.

Crazy dream, Pinches thought. Though she considered the second one even crazier. She had met Dash and - argh, the name of his assistant? Dash was munching as usual, but she somehow heard the echo of him telling his assistant about an affair that she, Pinches, supposedly had .... with Captain Disguise. She couldn’t believe it. This story was even chasing her in her dreams now! Why would everybody still think they had an affair? Just because he had run out of her hotel room completely naked? That wasn’t fair! No one would ever have found out about this if there hadn’t been the “Special surveillance class” in that exact hotel next day and they decided to use authentic footage from the hotels surveillance cameras. And there he was, in front of all trainees and detectives-to-be, completely naked running out of Pinches hotel room, while she, Pinches, was waving and shouting something after him which had not been recorded.

It didn’t get better when Pinches had stood up and explained to everybody with near-sunburn-red face that Captain Disguise had only run out of her hotel room because he had entered it moments earlier through her window – after having climbed up the facade from his own room located exactly one floor lower, in which he had only just spotted a spider when he came out of the shower. And he hated spiders. He didn’t even get the irony of this Spiderman incident, and to be fair, neither did Pinches right until today as she lay in her bed and burst out in laughter.

Anyway, time to get up, Pinches thought, and get rid of those horrible nightmares. While she was slouching toward the bedroom, she suddenly smelled something that seemed disgusting and familiar at the same time. She froze and looked around. What the hell was this? She sniffed like that old Bloodhound they once had, Dandelion. It was the scent of ... Pinches looked down to her jacket that she had thrown onto the chair. Her eyes widened in horror. No, no, that can’t be. She gasped. Her fingers approached the left pocket and its repellent content. Greasy, mushy fries – and the worst part: They were still packed in paper from Freeville Frying Pot, Dash’s favorite fry place. Well, together with all the most of the others in FreewriteVille. But Pinches was sure of one thing – these weren’t her fries. Because she always and exclusively went to FreewriteVille Fairy Fry. She wasn’t sure if it actually was because of the quality of the fries or because she secretly hoped that she might be granted a wish after she had bought a certain amount of fries, but anyway.

Pinches felt a shiver running down her spine and back up to her head where it seemed to convert into dizziness. She sat down. Was it at all possible that all that she remembered hadn’t been a dream? That she really had been walking through a canyon? And above all – and she didn’t dare to think this loudly – that she had not only met Dash, but that she ... oh God! That she had really gotten into a car with him?

Pinches felt like she needed two more days of sleep to get over this. At least.

Congratulations, @bennettitalia!!