Nikki was sleeping in dreaming about being in the olimpics flipping on the beam or staking.
I was dreaming too, about my presents. Most about Nikkolette's, the small flat present in lilac paper.
''Wake up, silly! It's your birthday!'', I heard.
I woke up to my long-known friend, Nikolette. Her lovely tan, hazel eyes and a sweet, kind Canadian accent. Our parents met in college.
I jumped out and showed her the two outfits I think I should wear to Olive Garden. My real birthday party is on Sunday. ''Nikki, which outfit should I wear to dinner?,'' I said.
''Umm... the plaid purple dress'', she said like it was a question. ''Now Ana, its 8:45! We have to get to the local ice rink!'', saying it like she really meant it.
We're all ready! I left my bag there and Nikki is gonna rent some skates. Talk soon!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ana