For once, I actually instinctively jumped for once.
The grass had a weird split at the top of it, where the oxygen spewed out of the plant. But I also heard a ringing noise in front of me. Tim lurched at the sound and fell down.
The yellow grass started to change color. This time, it turned into a sickly purple.
Tim threw up in the grass when he saw this, and the grass fed of of it.
But I knew something was up, and I wasn’t going to go anywhere near that grass. I jerked and bolted towards the sand. It didn’t matter if the grass would be green again or if I had to eat pineapples for the rest of my life; I just wanted to live. Tim, still looking very sick, staggers as he tries to run, but he stops every so often to throw up some more goodness, if you know what I mean.
You know what, I decided to take my mind off of things and take a swim. I pull my shirt I’ve been wearing for at least a month now and just walk in the ocean. I let the waves push me towards the shore as I float calmly. I think to myself, forget about the grass, this is paradise.
But I just didn’t feel that same satisfaction as I once did before. I just wanted to get back to civilization. Get back to see America. No matter how many people claim they’re gonna make a great country “great again.”
Tim finally catches up and sits in the sand. It’s gonna be a while until we get used to this again.