LU 297 - Steve 3

I always wished to see the fog my friend raved about. I’ve waited and yearned for years before I could ever be given the chance to play among the clouds.
When I heard of the forecast for this weekend, I smiled wider than I’d ever smile back! I couldn’t wait to sneak and scamper through the thick mist! I waited and waltzed so much so that I had left all of my chores unfinished!
Finally, the day came when all of our eyes would be equal. I hopped outside to clown around town, and I began to search for my bestest friends! Strangely though, I couldn’t seem to find anybody willing to wake up and be annoyed by me. 
They were all motionless by the time I made it into town, truly a sight to behold… I walked and waited for somebody, anybody to come play with me. It was at this moment I realized that nobody liked the fog as much as I did. Perhaps they never liked me in the first place?
Standing there alone, the hues draining from my face, I began to sulk around this generic wasteland until I had seen it all again. All of those people, all of those memories; what was the point of any of it? 
For the first time in my rapidly shrinking life, I felt true boredom.