I'm in the living room, lying down on the couch while I stare at the plain white ceiling, no words could describe how bored I am. When abruptly an ice cream appeared in my thought. I automatically stood up and dashed toward the kitchen; fridge. I opened it and examined the content. I frown in disappointment when I found nothing. Then I remembered I saw the ice cream in Timmy's place. My lips formed into a smile at the thought. I close the fridge and dashed to the pad of Timmy's.
I pressed the doorbell and waited for a few minutes. Then his mom appeared with a smile on her face.
"Do you still have ice cream?" I asked and stepped inside.
"Yup, help yourself." She warmly smiled at me.
