I found a trashcan at a public park. It seemed normal and all, but somehow I got the bright idea of opening it up and stepping inside the trashbag. The bag sucked me in like some wormhole and a few seconds later, I found myself freefalling through the sky at terminal velocity. There was no panic, only bliss. Somehow, I knew I could pull myself out of the dive easily, and I pulled an acrobatic flip in the air and swooped into levitation. I knew I was an angel, and I knew the citizens of the surrounding area, those who lived in the clouds, were also angels. Minutes later, I somehow arrived at an amusement park. Everything, and everyone, seemed normal. Angels? Sure, but who said angels couldn't have amusement parks of their own?
I then got the bright idea of bringing my little brother (somehow, now I had a little brother) to this alternate dimension. Returning to the park by unknown means, I led my little brother to the trashcan and started shoveling orange goopy crap out of the bag so that he could get in. He dutifully entered the trashbag and fell through easily. Did he panic? Did he die? I didn't care. The thought didn't even cross my mind. Some sister I was. I followed after him, but as I tried to worm my way into the trashbag, I realized that I couldn't pull the bag around my waist. Panicking, I wondered if I was too fat for this alternate dimension. After some pulling, though, I suddenly slipped through and was jolted back into freefall, which was enough to wake me up, at 7PM, from my afternoon nap.
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