"Crossed Over"
(This story is inspired from my long-time admiration of the Cartoon Cartoons. All characters are property of their respective creators.)
It was Friday night.
And like any Friday night, I was planted in front of the TV. I wasn't watching FOX, or any of the other local networks. I was tuned in to Cartoon Cartoon Fridays on Cartoon Network. It's the only thing I watch on Friday nights, from 7 to 11.
I'm not exactly sure which show I was watching at the time, but I soon heard my mother in the other room telling me to go to sleep. I calmly told her that I had no intention to turn the TV off whatsoever. She warned me that watching too much TV could give me nightmares.
Typical parental response. How could watching cartoons give me nightmares anyway?
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, I buy things from Cartoonnetwork.com all the time. My sister calls me a "toonophile", or someone who really loves cartoons, and mocks me sometimes. She just doesn't understand the genius of a falling anvil or some exploding TNT. The fact that I'm seventeen doesn't make it any easier, either.
Come to think of it, it's partly my family's fault that I'm so crazy for cartoons. When I was little, they only allowed me to watch PBS, or Disney, or Nick Jr. Things like that. For some reason, I never grew out of it. (Well, actually I did. I just moved on to more mature toons.) Plus, I live only a couple hours away from Walt Disney World, and I've been a frequent visitor. To say that Cartoon Network is my religion, however, would be an overstatement....it's more of a cult, really. (Haha. Not funny. Yeah, I know.)
So, anyway, I continued watching TV. Soon, my eyelids were becoming heavier. I knew I shouldn't have eaten all that cake for dessert. Eventually, I began to nod off. Before I fell asleep, I muted the TV.
I ended up sleeping on the couch.
When next I awoke, I discovered that I wasn't exactly at home anymore....
(A.N. Sorry this chapter is so short, but trust me...the chapters will be getting longer. And better.)