A short story

I stepped out of the house and was met by the most incredible and unbelievable sight. There was definitely something different and out of the ordinary about all the impeccable houses that lined the street. The beautifully shaped shrubs that were usually admired by my friends when they come to visit was nowhere in sight this morning. Instead, it’s been replaced by a white milky like substance flowing down the street. The more I stared, the more it seemed like the substance was increasing; swaying this way and that. I looked down at my feet and my perfectly polished shoes, yes, the ones I took my time to polish to make sure I could see my teeth in them, were already covered by the gooey substance and now it was to my ankles and rising rapidly toward my knees. Is that vanilla I smell? I dipped my hand into it and brought it to my nose but before my hands reached my nose, I knew I was right, it is vanilla! That’s strange, maybe I should taste it. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I heard my name. I looked up only to see John and his dad swimming around in the milky substance. Okay, that’s weird, John and his dad never got along, never! And here they were splashing around and laughing. Lost in my thoughts I didn’t realize the substance had risen to my waist. I could still feel the ground though and suddenly out of nowhere I saw other people-mostly my neighbours and other random people I didn’t quite know- splashing around with no care in the world. Even Mr. Haastrup was there too. The grim faced, red eyed, lanky and stiff necked Mr. Haastrup who walked with a limp and forbade anyone of us(little brats) from traipsing around his house. His usually grim face was relaxed in the most pleasant smile ever. Everybody was rolling around looking all white and having so much fun. John motioned for me to join in the fun. He was taking a scoop of the substance and filling his mouth with it. Then I sort of remembered my decision to taste it so I brought my hand to my lips and tentatively put some in my mouth and almost immediately, there was like an explosion of flavors in my mouth. It was like the best yoghurt, ice cream, milky goodness all rolled into one. I instinctively dipped my mouth into it and took a mouthful. Incredible! And the substance kept flowing down the street and every now and then, there’s a splash of colors in the distance but it’s so brief one might miss it. As I was bringing my hands to my lips for another drink, I heard my name. It sounded really far away. With each call the sound became louder until it seemed it was right above me. I looked up into the probing eyes of my big brother. I looked around but I wasn’t outside swimming around, I was in my bed, crumpled sheets lying around me, my pillow, a few feet away and…What…where is the…? Aaaah! Of course it’s only in Zara’s head that would ever happen! Wait, Tade’s saying something. “What…?”
“I said wipe the stupid grin of your face and get up! You are so late, dreamer!”
I looked at the time, oh shoot! Not again! Oh Zara, Zara, a river of yoghurt? Seriously!
After taking the world’s shortest shower, with two slices of bread hanging between my teeth, I Strapped on my backpack and made a beeline for the door. I pushed the door open, half expecting to be greeted by the same sight but sadly, it was the same old, plain and simple, nothing spectacular. Well a girl can dream, right? Walking down I saw Mr. Haastrup looking grim as ever, responding to my greeting with a curt nod. Well, welcome back to reality Zara…