"Wow, that was anti-climatic!" she declared. But she was too tired to care and ready for bed. She changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth and then headed off into slumber.
In her sleep, dreams of balloons flooded her. She was a child a first, holding a bright red balloon in her hands. She rubbed her hands all over it, hearing the loud squeaks from it. She let it go and watched it drift up into the sky. It looked so content, the bright red in the vast empty blue sky.
She awoke with a start, her stomach growling. She wasn't hungry exactly but more of thirsty. She thought about getting up and getting a drink of water but that didn't sound appealing enough. Nor did regular soda. She was thirsty for something specific. Then it hit her. She wanted more of that Fizz Light. Maybe she should go get some more Fizz Light at that very moment. Maybe it would be better to just wait until the morning
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