[pirate witch]: 524.Contest Entries.Five Words 6

My simple afternoon spiraled out of control yesterday, and I’m still unsure of what really happened. I was napping on the bench at the bus stop, as I did every day when waiting to go home from school, when I thought that I felt tiny feet running up and down my arms. Not wanting to wake up completely from the most welcome rest I was enjoying, I tried to brush the feeling off, as I often brush away the bumble bees that alighted on my homework as I sat in my garden. This did nothing to stop the sensation, instead it made it worse. Now I had to open my eyes, and to my shock, there were small, fuzzy men and women running up and down my limbs, painting me with some sort of silver liquid. I shouted and tried to flick them off of me, drawing the attention of a family eating dinner on their balcony , but to no avail. By the time the bus came and the tiny people scattered, both of my hands were covered in silver metal and unable to move. Needless to say, it took me all night to remove the metal casing from my poor hands, and that, dear teacher, is why my math homework is tragically unfinished.