Viya woke up one day, afraid of the shadows. They always followed Viya. Where she went, they were there. Viya was afraid. One day, Viya woke up and saw there wasn’t a shadow. Viya was afraid. Viya wondered where the shadow went. It was bright, so why wasn’t there a shadow? Where did the shadow go? Viya looked for the shadow, behind Viya, under Viya’s bed, in the closet. But the shadow wasn’t there. Viya looked all day. Viya couldn’t see the shadow. Viya was afraid. Viya went to bed. Viya woke up and saw the shadow under Viya. Viya was afraid. Where did the shadow go? Why was the shadow back? Viya realized it was better when the shadow wasn’t there. But now it was too late. The shadow was back. Viya was afraid. The shadow followed Viya to the closet, under her bed, and to the kitchen! The shadow wanted Viya to be afraid. The shadow didn’t let go of Viya. Other shadows followed Viya too. There was always a shadow following Viya. Viya was afraid the shadows could hurt Viya. One day, Viya woke up and the shadows hurt Viya. Viya was bleeding. The shadow wasn’t there.

There was a little lamb, lost in a meadow.

Treading behind it was another lamb, bigger than the first one. It gnaws those little buds of flowers and grasses. Crunching here and there while still following the first one. Not too far from them was another bigger lamb—a sheep, cause it looks bigger you know? It was accompanied by two more sheeps.

'So how many were there again?'

'There are five of them! right?'

'So now there are five, how many more can be added to make it called a herd?'

'I don't know mom! You didn't tell me anything about that!'

'Okay....If you add 45 more sheeps in it, how many are there now?'

'Ummm...45 sheeps and 5 sheeps!—wait a second! Isn't the lamb lost? Why is no one looking for it?'

'I don't know either honey, the textbook didn't say anything about it AHEM—okay next.'

The meadow spans wide in an open field of a mountain called sheepland, derived from the word sheep because sheeps are pastured there.

'That sounds stupid! Who named that??'

'I haven't even asked my question yet, let me ask first'

'Let me guess! The answer is shitland!'

'No it's not, so how many sheeps have you counted so far?'

'Ah!... Ummm five!'

'Where did the 45 sheeps go then?'

'I already finished counting it so I restarted counting to five'

'Uhuh so aren't you sleepy now then?'

'But she hadn't finished counting yet!'

'She? Who's she? Who are you talking to?'

'That lady over there!'—

—GASP—

"OH FUCK! THAT'S WHAT I GET WHEN I COUNT SHEEPS TO SLEEP!"

I struggled to catch my breath as I looked around the porch and on the grassland in front, heart still beating fast, looking for the sheeps that I didn't finish counting.

Original title: the logic behind the math for comfortable sleeping

Written by my drowsy self who haven't had any proper sleep lately.

Thick air foamed into filled pores of sticky skin. Johanne Murloft grasped her two thin shopping bags, seething from the several bottles of spring water and a hot rotisserie chicken. The warm cooked stream didn't help quell the Florida heat that now surged above its usual 95 degrees. She made a beeline to her car, holding the bag of chicken in her arm to seal its hot contents from stinging her skin. The ride was a mid-sized Subaru with a white coat and peach plates. It blinked at her keys. With little thought, she flipped open the trunk and threw her quick dinner purchase into the back before closing it and taking a seat at the wheel.

The inside reached its usual molasses consistency air from the ten minutes it sat below the growing mushroom clouds. Johanne slightly cursed to herself about the possibility of the car being in the shade if she'd just waited a little later for the coming shower. She would've gotten soaked, but it beat the burning feeling when she grasped her hands to the sun baked steering wheel. She turned the keys and brought her fingers to the air conditioning.

In that moment, the most inexplicable phenomena skirted past her corner of vision. It was a dark shape, growing till it engulfed her passenger window. Before she took her fingers off the knob, her heart leaped. The unexpected sound of her front door opening brought her to a jump just as a tall female figure plopped into the seat beside her. The stranger had entered like they were escaping from a robbery. Enough for Johanne to shrink back to the other side of the car, thinking she was getting attacked. She barely mustered back a yelp. But not before the woman spoke.

"Alright hon, those cuts aren't going to eat themselves."

"What?"

"Adam's Rib co, it's closing in an hour, let's get moving."

Johanne sat there speechless. She'd returned to her former position at her seat. The stranger's voice bellowed in a way that snapped her into attention. Though she realized she wasn't getting attacked, the stranger's size was enough to keep her from taking liberties with further arm room. Sitting beside her was a seven foot tall woman that weighed at least two hundred pounds. She had long black hair and wore what Johanne could only register as some sort of gothic stage clothes. No matter how much she racked her brains, Johanne was sure she'd never seen her before.

"Uh... ma'am, I think you have the wrong car."

"Nah, this is the right one. Come on, let's get going."

"I'm not an Uber."

The hairs on Johanne's neck spiked. Sweat poured down the small of her back. Distant thunder came from the west as she waited for a response.

"I didn't say you were an Uber. I said we're going to Adam's Rib co. Come on, let's go!"

"Ma'am, please get out of my car."

Johanne's gut flipped when the stranger turned to her. Her sweat gushed down quicker. She desperately wanted to turn on the AC as the car's thick heat continued to wet her neck. While nothing sickly came through in the woman's face, Johanne turned to theories of drugs or some mental illness. The woman seemed mildly annoyed rather than infuriated much to Johanne's relief. Then came the next wave of discomfort. The woman didn't answer Johanne's retort. Instead, she continued the annoyed glance like Johanne had been rude to her.

"Are you serious right now? You don't want the Rib to Go? The full slab rib with barbeque sauce that melts in your mouth like butter? Don't tell me you ate already."

"Get out of my car."

"We could always share the Adam's Delight special if you just want the Pudding and Wafers."

"I'm not going to Adam's Rib co!"

Johanne's assertive response hadn't moved the stranger in her seat. Neither had it shifted the woman's hand that was too close to the AC knob for Johanne to make any moves. Johanne thought of pushing her, but realized that was nearly impossible because of the woman's size. She had no time to repeat herself before the stranger blurted out again.

"Oh yes, you are!"

"Why?"

"Because this is your destiny baby! The universe has aligned us to be right here right now and for you to drive us to Adam's Rib co to order the Rib to Go while I talk to you about how cheese bites are objectively better than fried okra and how Brian Jones was actually murdered and Mic Jagger and Keith Richards are in on it while you ignore my conversation and instead remark about how quickly that Target across the street go boarded up and that your angry about no longer having it...”

"Get out!"

Johanne thought she would've left the car, but she stood her ground. In a flash of confused rage she gathered up the courage to give the woman a good shove. The stranger laughed at her advance like Johanne was nothing but a sister rough housing with her. Johanne fiddled through her purse for a vial of pepper spray in case things got uglier. She was about to exit the vehicle to pull the assailant out when disaster struck. A crisp bolt of lightning illuminated the Publix parking lot before it poured. In seconds, the surroundings became white with dense rain.

"I'm not getting out of here."

The woman reclined in the seat after she said it in a shrugging tone. Seconds became hours for Johanne as she prayed for the rain to only last for less than a minute. It didn't. Instead, the woman just lay facing the ceiling, looking like she was about to take a nap. Johanne took out her phone from her purse and waved it at the woman.

"I'm calling the cops if you don't move it."

"Whatever, man. I don't know why your freaking out so much."

Johanne wasn't sure to be confused, furious, or scared when the woman responded sleepily while still gazing at the ceiling. The rain was showing no signs of slowing down. She schemed of making a move once it stopped, but the wait was deafening. All she could do was sit there, helpless, as this intruder made home of her rightful domain.

"Are we goin or not?"

The stranger said this in the same relaxed tone. It only added fuel to Johanne's growing rage. In that moment, her loathing came to a peak. She shoved open the door. A blast of warm rain drenched her Cocoa beach T-shirt and jean shorts. Her toes felt the rushing streams of water that lapped over her sandals as she trudged to the passenger door. The woman snapped around in surprise when Johanne pulled it open and grabbed her by the arm.

"GET!..OUT...OF...MY...CAR!"

"Hey come on now, don't choose hate."

Small hands wrapped around the thick wrist of the stranger. It was like trying to pull a horse. Johanne tugged and growled as rain soaked her through her underwear. She could not see the figure in the care through the water streaming into her eyes, only that she was pulling with all her might. The woman's voice came to her again, now pleading through the rushing shower.

"Please! Please! Just let me help you. You need to let it go. You need to complain about the Target as we're driving down the street to Adam's Rib co and then point to the old Krispy Kreme at the next intersection and say how bad their donuts are as I turn on baseball at full blast as we go past the knife sharpening center and pull into the Adam's Rib co parking lot. It's an event of delicious food and joy and love and you should savor every moment."

Johanne barely heard anything said through her exerting vocals and rain. She only thought of winning and slowly realizing she was fighting a losing battle. Her arms had become wet and tired as the woman remained in the vehicle nearly unsoaked, bested by a stranger that did nothing but sit firmly in her seat. Johanne let out one last shriek in frustration before glaring at her passenger. Their eyes locked.

"Don't you want it? The answer to your life's most difficult questions. The power to achieve perpetual enlightenment?"

Small divots of blue appeared in the sky ahead. The white sheet of rain dissipated to a spit drizzle. Johanne saw and heard these last words, not sure what came before them and not caring. She grumbled and put her hands to her head before putting them back to her sides to reattach her glare to the stranger, in one bitter hiss she said.

"Fine!"

"We're going?"

"Yes, we're going to Adam's fuckin Rib co!"

The stranger smiled and made a joyous clap.

"Heck yeah! Let's get moving."

Johanne walked back to the driver's seat and slumped down behind the wheel. By the looks of her passenger's excitement, she was in for one bizarre ride.

he never dreamed. for him, dreaming is a shame, and dreaming is just for kids. it's childish and tiring.

yet he never imagined himself dreaming for the first time— he never imagined himself being stuck in a dream; that is knowing the boy's name he just met through a colleague. just like from the movies he had watched, the novels he had read, the stories he had heard— it is the same, the same slow motion and blurriness of the surrounding; making the two of them being the center of his eyes, making the boy he just met being the center of his eyes. lovely sight, indeed.

as childish and tiring as it may sound— he tries his best to know the boy's name, shoot his shot. childish as he chases around like playing hide and seek; tiring as he gets exhausted from all the chase and run he does, yet he is not complaining— loving it rather. days passed by like a sand of time being turned upside down and in a pinch of sand, after the said childish play he went through chasing the boy, he finally knew his name; oh, finally! i can now call him by his name— sun. he thought he'd never get the sweet name of sun, for he is elusive.

and he never knew what he had done; why did he even chase just for his name? just for the name? each day he comes to a realization— i thought, love is just a game that children play. the bow and arrow has come to play with him— for the both of them. the game of love plays with them, who will survive?

love really isn't a children's play but more of a survival game; who will lose as one of them gets tired and slowly lets go of the rope that connects them, a tug of love. who will lose as one of them gets tired of seeking the love and care he deserves and as one of them gets tired of hiding the truth, a hide and seek of lies and truths. and who will win as one of them gets the white flag, a sign for surrendering the failed story they have made, capture the flag; love really is a game you wouldn't dare to play.

joey and jack found out that there related to their family trees but they don't know where. so they got out there confusing trees and started to look them up. To see where they tied in but part of the way though they got confused in the end they finished it.

but they wondered why did their ancestors place all this confusing info on it. why.

directly transcribed from them reading the old tree papers.

starting from them and going back.

so my (Joey's) mother's sister married a man whose great grandmother's brother was married back into my mother's great grandmother, now that grandmother's brother's 2nd removed cousin had a sister who ran away with a monster and gave birth to creepy little demons of the world. moving back to the main tree the second removed cousin married his son's uncle who was the grandmother's brother from above. their child was unimportant. moving back to that great grandmother's mother's mother's father's brother whose mom was different from this other brother was married to the grand sister of the aunt for the wedding. meaning the brother's mother and sister's father was great man who served in the Spanish war. the man's mothers fathers father was a captain on a ship and had 4 mothers and 6 wives, so of those six wives, he married 3 of his mothers for he was only 5 years older than them. but his 4th mother was the direct descendant of joey, her mothers fathers sisters, friends brothers dogs puppy owners father was the sailor captain great, great grandfather, his father's mothers fathers sisters mothers father, is an earl whose mother was a commoner, and his father was an earl, but his mothers fathers fish, was eaten by his great mother's sisters brothers dog, whose owner was a duke of a small domain, that domain was one of beauty.

now, my (jack's) grandmother sisters brothers, cousins', mother, brothers, sons sisters fathers brothers fathers, fathers, fathers great grandfathers mothers brothers wives sisters kin s father married a woman of war who was a slave, she then became a maid. that maid brother married a woman whose father was a direct descendent of Jack, now that father's brother grandfathers mother's sister marry a cray killer lost her life and her children were turned to murder sprees when they were 10 all dying in prison at the age of 25. not important, the mother's mother's father was the father of a widow who remarried into our family the then fathers sisters mothers mother grandfathers 2 sisters married a captain each. who then married a mother. there grandfather's mothers sisters great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother was a duke who married into a Barron whose mothers father was a lord whose sister was the ruler of the area. and whose father was king.

with those being said where were they related?

jack and joey found out after reading it a second time.

note: if you have the answer you can say it in the comments if you want.