Walking - The New Nightmare

I sit in my room, bored. I have watched all 196 episodes of my favorite TV show over one month, cleaned my room 16 times, and I have sat in the same position for over an hour. Finally, I stand and walk over to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. “Are you still in your pajamas,” my mom asks. I shrug and blindly miss the cup and pour water all over the floor. My mom rushes over, and as we are cleaning the mess up, I say “I can’t believe we are still having school even though we are at home. It’s so frustrating!” My mom looks at me and sighs. “I know, but it’s going to be okay. Are you planning to stay in those pajamas all day?” “Yes,” I say. “I want to go to bed without changing because it hurts my brain to go to my dresser.” My mom thinks. “What other things make your brain hurt?” I sit down, ready to list a long line of words. “Eating, sleeping, thinking, typing, working, washing my hands, doing nothing, doing something, and the biggest brain killer—walking.” My mom starts laughing. “Well, in that case, it’s time for our daily walk!” She smiles evilly and drags me off the floor, still in my PJ's. "Muh hahahaha!"
Nooooooooooo! I scream, and I realize I’m comfy in my bed.  It’s just a dream, I think. Well honestly, more of a nightmare. My mom knocks at my door. She opens it and before she can say a word, I shout, “I’ll change out of my PJ’S, anything that requires something, just NO WALKS!”