... of his apartment and hurried into the kitchen. Grabbing all the aluminum foil as that he possibly could, the man ran into the room he had just raced through and quickly began to construct what he had imagined in his dreams.
An hour later, an alarm clock rang upstairs. It was a Saturday, and Carly, Spencer’s 15-year-old sister awoke slowly, having slept late that morning like she had planned. Restfully, she stretched her arms and yawned, pulled her straight, dark-brown hair out of her face, and then groggily crawled out of bed.
The teen stood up and shook her body for a moment to wake herself up. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of plain, white panties which that she often wore to sleep in. The teen walked into her closet and, in a few minutes, she emerged in a pair of tight, denim shorts and a yellow button-up blouse. Yawning once more, the teen stepped to her door, opened it, and then started downstairs to get some breakfast.
As she turned the corner that the staircase was built around, Carly couldn't help but notice the large sculpture her older brother was working hard at building. The teen focused on it for a brief moment and then looked towards her brother, “Antlers?” she inquired.
"Yeah!" Spencer said ecstatically, smiling as he wrapped the base with another roll ...