My Hand is not a Phone

I was swinging on a swing set with my friend Nici when I realized that I had forgotten that I made plans to hang out with our friend Tina. I texed her and we all decided to meet up in an hour. Then my hand started to buzz and I realized I was receiving text messages through my hand. I opened my palm and saw I had a message from Darrel written on my palm asking to meet up later. I started to write back on my finger tips with a pen, then closed my palm to send it.

I was supposed to meet Darrel in a house across the swing set. As I made my way over I remembered my plans with Tina and started to become anxious that I wasn't going to have time for everyone. I went into the house and realized there were bears, everywhere. They were all sleeping and I tried to tiptoe around them. Then my hand started ringing and making noise and all the bears woke up. They chased me up the stairs of the house and had cornered me in a room. My only way out was the window. I opened the window and crawled through, balancing on the outside of the house on a water pipe. I slipped. I began to fall.

Wake.