A+Circus+of+a+Circus,+Vishnu

The food spilled in great amounts, but you couldn’t see it hit the floor. I was stuck in a crowd of people, tripping over my own shoes as well as others'. I could barely hold on to what was left of my popcorn pail, and my brother’s was as heavy as a rock in my other hand. The people milled around me were punching, pushing, and trying to get to the ferris wheel. My parents were on the other side of the park, and we were pushed along with the flowing river of bodies.

//Those people have really big feet//, was the only thing I was truly thinking about right then.

My little brother ran in circles around me. “Take me to the ferris wheel! Please please please!” he yelled, barely audible among the bells and horns and ridiculous music blaring. We soon ceased to walk any longer, the crowds ended up pushing us to the front of the line.

The grungy ferris wheel operator scratched his thick head, and shoved us into the first carriage. The ferris wheel came to life, and we spun around to the very top. A full moon shone bright, and my brother and I laughed.

“This is amazing!” I said, my mouth wrenched open.

Unfortunately, my popcorn bucket was blown out of the ferris wheel by the wind, and a pigeon flew in to our carriage. This was all in the matter of a couple of seconds. My mouth was still open, and the pigeon sat right inside my gaping mouth. I screamed, but the bird was content with its new nesting area.

My brother found this hilarious. “It’s going to lay eggs in your mouth!”

I took off my diamond-plated hat, and gave the bird a smack. It screeched off with my hat leaving a hand-full of eggs in the compartment with us. Groaning, I picked them up, and threw them out the window. I could have sworn my brother took an egg, but I couldn’t tell for sure. We finally finished going around the wheel, and I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

A majority of people in the crowd had seen what happened, and they now chasing after the struggling pigeon. They even pushed my brother over, and he landed on his face. I leaned over to help him up, but I was kicked over too. Looking sideways, he turned his face to meet mine except it wasn’t a face anymore. It was a mutated, bug-like, morphed face that looked like a mask- but it was moving. I screamed, and sprinted as fast as I could through the swarm of ever-changing flow of people in the opposite direction of my brother.

“What the heck is happening today?” I could barely say, through my panting and a mouthful of feathers. I made it to the far end of the fair where my parents should have been, and all of a sudden it was all dark and windy. I considered turning back to the fair lights and the people, but I decided against it. Maybe if waited a minute or two, I would find my parents.

Of course, this was probably the worst decision I had made so far. This was the abandoned circus area of the fair, and no one really came here anymore. I walked cautiously through the ruins of the circus. Tattered streams of faded circus tents waved around me. The wind was cold.

“Hey! Where you been? We’ve been waiting - all day!” my parents cackled. As soon as I turned around, the first thoughts that shot through my throbbing head were, //What the- CLOWNS? OH NO, CLOWNS!//

My parents were dressed as clowns, with the flowing make up, and the creepy smiles. They were the only bright things on this side of the fair. They took out knives, and started chasing me. Of course, the only thing I could think of then, was this is so generic. Murdered by creepy clowns - except for the fact that they happened to be my parents.

I thought that moment was definitely going to be the end of my life. Glancing backwards as I tried to get away, I ran head first into the wooden post from a broken tent. Green squares danced before my vision, and a dull, red color spread through my head. //This is it//, I thought. And I blacked out.

I woke up in a bed. The sheets were white and sleek. My pillows were soft. The fragrance of the hospital wafted through the room.

“Ah, we’ve been expecting you to come around,” someone said, motioning to the few people who seemed to be waiting for me.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">“We think your head should be fine after a few weeks of treatment. Honestly, falling down the stairs while sleepwalking doesn't really need to be reported to the hospital, but heck-“ the doctor trailed off, stepping out of the room.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I must have been dreaming then. But it seemed so real, it couldn’t be… My parents were staring at me strangely.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">“Are you okay?”

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">“Of course. You can leave, you know!!” I pleaded, and they left.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Only my brother was left in the room. I looked at him suspiciously. Was his face going to turn all weird again?

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">“You still kick in your sleep,” he said, as he rolled his eyes at me. Huh? //Were they trying to convince me that the whole fair/circus day was just a dream?//

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">But something fell out of my brother's pocket as he walked out of the room. It rolled slowly onto the floor as the door shut behind him.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I heaved myself out of bed to see what it was.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">It was a pigeon egg.