Hosting Human d5f3afce-c715-4c08-9fe9-1396bacb4416 Greedily Waiting To Unwrap Super Looper Drone Race Track During The Morning Inside A Suburban United States of American Home Before Christmas
It won’t stop. It won’t stop thinking about a Super Looper Drone Race Track.
It woke-up and looks at images on the phone about Super Looper Drone Race Track.
At breakfast: More Super Looper Drone Race Track videos.
In the dead small yard, the human runs around, making buzzing sounds from the mouth, like a drone. Five minutes later the human flies inside. It asks its female parent human: “Can I open the present early.”
Then for the next ten minutes! It holds some wrapped box. Bigger than its body. The human child sits and looks at the white snowman wrapping paper of the box imagining a drone fly between them. It stands and holds the box. It flies the box around the room. It flies the box into the kitchen and flies the box by its female parents asking if they could open it.
It whines after the female human parent says, “No. Christmas is tomorrow. Now get out of the kitchen.”
It watches a video about the Super Looper Drone Race Track and the flags and the different configurations for an outdoor or indoor race track.
The box lands under the Christmas tree glowing before the window. Silver tincle sparkles. Shocks. That feels weird. Less boring than thinking about the Super Looper Drone Race Track.
The human child sits and draws the drones. The little human can’t draw a straight line. It gets excited at the next cool name it has for the Blue Drone that comes with the set: Blue Dog.
Over and over in its mind, it looks at the clock. It tries to nap. It tries to draw more and fly the wrapped box around the house. It cleans its room for a room track. It looks at the clock every minute. Watching it sometimes counts for seconds.
The human child thinks about the Super Looper Drone Race Track over and over and over. It calculates time in its mind. It’s eight hours until bedtime. It’s seven hours and fifty-nine minutes until bedtime. It’s seven hours and fifty-eight minutes until bedtime. It’s!
The human watches a drone cartoon over and over and over and over. It asks, “Can’t open a present after dinner?” And after dinner, “Can I open a present before bed?”
Once in bed, the human child glares at the glowing red clock digits for hours, thinking about drone track configuration over and over and over and over again. Every. Single. Time. They’re about to sleep. Then! They think about the first track and if they want to fly the blue drone first or the red drone first. Until the little animal finally sleeps.