It was a sunshiny day of the summer when I woke up and accidentally instead of the right I put my left foot on the ground first,but also my belly just yelled at me to get some milk immediately otherwise he is gonna throw up.So I began to walk out of my room,appearing from nowhere one hundred and a half mosquitoes came through the window and attacked me. I was dancing around trying to dodge all the insects impacts and suddenly I stepped on a matchbox or a mini skate.The point is that the thing had wheels on it so I rolled to the hallway than fell to the ground and as much as I remember it wasn't a pillow.I turned my face in the direction of the kitchen and the fridge in it... it was so close,I'm gonna just run there and hope nothing terrible happens! Of course I was sooo,soooo wrong,just as I started my run in horror I just hitted my leg into the vacuum machine accidentally,but cause I'm the Ninja of the Morning Milk,I easily roll-jumped over it more elegantly than someone getting out of a limo in a suit,and finally walked up to the fridge,opened it and came to the realization that we ran out of Milk. It was the most horrible thing that ever happened to me,beside of course my mother's death caused by a car driver who didn't see her because of the mosquito on his front window. And I was in shock for 3 years locked up into the sanatorium nonstop talking about the Milk,that we didn't have.