SPONGEBOBS PINEAPPLE...HOUSE...THING.
"Here is the bedroom! This is the bed where you will be sleeping." Spongebob said.
"But, where will you be sleeping?" Shandra asked.
"Oh, Ill be sleeping on the floor." He answered.
"No, this is your home.."
"Nuh uh." Spongebob said. "Besides, I dont think Gary is too used to you yet."
"Who is Gary?" Shandra asked.
"He is my pet snail." He answered.
Bad memories went thorugh Shandras mind, how she use to eat snails..(That sounds gross, doesnt it? LOL)
"Are you okay?" Spongebob asked.
"Y-yes. Listen, Ill sleep on the floor, I do not mind."
"Nope. You need to sleep on my bed. Those scars on your back dont look too good."
Shandra frowned.
"C-can we not talk about how they hurt me.." Shandra asked.
"Oh, Im sorry. Anyway, Im gonna get dinner ready.."
Shandra laughed. "Isnt it alittle late for dinner?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah, right.."
"G'night, Shandra." Spongebob said, and hopped onto the small mat laying on the floor.
"Good night, Spongebob." Shandra layed down, it was kinda tough to sleep, hearing Spongebobs strange-sounding snoring. But she eventually fell asleep.
Shandra had nightmares about what happened when she was alive.
She was fishing, like any other day. She was full from her last compatition of fish-eating. She saw the bobber go down and she began to reel in the fish. But suddenly, her line broke.
"What...?"
She heard crackings from the boat, it split in two. She was screaming for her life, but no one came.
"Help me..."
Although, she saw her father, he was staring right at her, smiling. He waved.
"Daddy..?"
All of the sudden, a whirlpool appeard. She called out to her father, but he just kept smiling and waving. She was dragged down. She felt she was going to die.
"Im too young..."
She took her breath, but before it was the end, she saw the shadow of her father, he looked as if he was laughing. A woman walked up to him.
"Mother..?"
The woman looked as if she was weeping, but her father still looked as if he was laughing.
"This is it..."
Then that was the end of it. It was almost like it really happened all over again.
"It feels so real..."
She awoke.
"Ah...I hate that dream..." She said to herself. She noticed it was daylight. She smelled pancakes. But she also noticed that her dress was no longer ripped, and her scars didnt sting.
"Strange..."
She walked downstairs.
"Gmorning, Shandra!" Spongebob said, still filled with his usual joy. "I made seacakes!"
"It smells good." Shandra said. "Spongebob, have you noticed my dress is no longer ripped? And my scars, they do not sting anymore..." Spongebob looked at her dress. "Hey, your right! Wierd..'' And he went back to cooking.
"You mean, you didnt sew it?" She asked.
"Nope."
"Thats very strange... Before I went to bed, my dress was ripped, and I was in pain... But after my dream, I am perfectly fine.."
"Breakfast is ready!" Spongebob ran to the table with seacakes in his hand.
"Spongebob, be careful-" But it was too late. Spongebob had tripped on Garys food bowl and plunged his face into the seacakes.
"Uhh... Are you okay...?" Shandra asked.
"It stings..." Spongebob said. Shandra giggled, but her mind was still on her dream, so she wasnt all that happy.
"Is it possible for my father or mother to communicate with me in my dreams? Mabey thats why my dress is fixed and Im not hurting..."