Cris’s World

I woke up and cried for Momma. She was nowhere near. I was hungry and I wanted to see her. I crawled through the bed and fell down. I picked myself up. Hey I forgot! I could walk now. I made an attempt to stand in 2 legs, failed first but got it the next time. It seemed like the floor was kind of, well, bouncy - atleast I seemed to bounce when I walked over it.
Aha there she was! My mother. Lots of people around her. I wonder what is going on. This must be that thing she always talks about. It started with p. I cant remember now. Platey? Porty? Its when lots of people come and crowd at a place and say dumb things. I have always found the whole idea stupid. Their life must be so lame! So boring!
Now me! I have got a busy life to waste my time like that!

I have got a yellow ball, a blue bottle, a black coffee mug and a pink bag on my desk. Oh to add on, a blue cell phone and a transparent clock. One thing is for sure. My desk is mighty colorful.
Now I better not try make a story out of these. If I did what would it be? The ball was bored and jumped into the bottle, the bottle fell down and the mobile got wet. The cup took the mobile in and the clock watched it all; the pink bag sighed! Ulp!