Across the beach was a stormy, cold rain filled sky.

I could hear the rain, but yet, above me, was a clear star filled night,

And the pacific ocean, calm as can be.

A isolated warm beach,

Zach Bryan in the background,

Sydney out getting milkshakes.

“What a time to be alive,” I said to myself.

Good looking Ryan Reynolds walks out of the storm from the other side of the beach,

Holding Martin Luther King?

I shot up, knocking over the ice cold vitamin water placed in the sand beside me.

“Mi amigo,” Mr. Reynolds said. I laughed.

In a blink of an eye, both he and MLK turned into dust,

A octodecillion of light blue and warm orange mixture of particles,

Arising towards the blackened sky.

I stared in amazement, to stunned to speak,

When a toothless black dragon appeared in the connection of the stars.

An amazing sight.

Sydney came back with the shakes,

At Least she's back in the atmosphere, I thought

But something caught my eye,

A familiar face, one i could recognize from anywhere,

“Benny!” I yelled from across the beach, totally ignoring the milkshake in front of me.

I ran to him, making sure not to crush him since he is way smaller than me.

“Benny, lion!” I screamed as the center snapped the ball.

We both knew it was a little late, but he still got the call.

Blitzing upfield, something was off,

Something weird.

The quarterback rolled out right in front of me and I caught a glimpse of his face.

It’s Ryan Reynolds.