When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by my magenta pink room and the sunshine pouring through my window.

I quickly sat up upon realizing that I was supposed to be in Paris! Not my room!

Throwing aside my covers, I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stood up as I heard my mother call me from downstairs.

This had to be a dream!

Was it a dream? Is this a dream? Did I wake up from a dream?

Still unsure of myself, I resorted to an old method, pinching my arm.

I quickly pinched my arm, and sure enough, there was that small surge of pain.

Maybe we came home early and I fell asleep, therefore not remembering much, but...I don't remember anything about us leaving early. We were still supposed to be there for two more days.

I sighed heavily and stood up before walking to my closet. I might as well get dressed and start the day.

Maybe Phineas and Ferb will be able to tell me what happened.

When I opened my closet, I scanned the clothes before picking out peachy pink shorts, a dark, hunter green shirt that went down to my mid thighs, and white lacy shoes.

After I had tucked my shirt into my shorts and put on my shoes, I quickly went downstairs and grabbed the piece of toast my mom had set out and rushed out the door.

"See you later, Míja!" She called after me.

"Bye mamma! And with that I closed the front door and made my way across the street.

This was seriously confusing.
I could've sworn I was about to kiss Phineas. It felt so real! The whole trip felt real! It couldn't have imagined it all, could I? If so, that would really be depressing. That trip was a chance!
A chance to gain Phineas' affections once and for all!

How could it have all been a dream?
It just didn't make sense.

Swallowing down the last of my breakfast, I walked up the driveway and pushed open the gate of the Flynn-Fletcher back yard, but instead of saying my usual catchphrase, I jumped right to it.

"I need you to answer a question." I declared as I walked up to the boys pouring over a blueprint under their tree.

"Oh, hey, Isabella! We'd be happy to! What do you need?" Phineas asked as he looked up from the paper in the grass.

"Um, did you guys decide to come home from Paris early without telling me?" I asked as I sat down in front of the boys with my legs crossed.

Ferb's eyebrows furrowed and
Phineas' nose scrunched up in confusion.

I almost swooned; It was the cutest thing, -but I couldn't concentrate on that right now.

"What?" Phineas gave me a weird look.

I looked between the the boys.
We were all equally confused now.

"The Paris trip," I reminded. "remember?"

Phineas slowly shook his head.

"What Paris trip?" Phineas asked.
"You mean when we went around the world?"

So, it really was just a dream.
I couldn't believe it.
That was the best vacation I had ever been on! Save for the giant robot/scientist thing of course.

Everything felt so real, it couldn't have been a dream. It's not possible! Out of all my daydreams and moments in Phineasland, that one was definitely to real to be a dream.

I need more opinions.

"Are your parents home?" I suddenly inquired.

Ferb nodded.
"Yup. Mums home, she's in the kitchen. Why?"

Oh, the curious mind of Phineas Flynn.
He questions practically everything.
...that wasn't Phineas.
Oh. Well, there's Ferb's daily one-liner.
Wasn't as poetic as usual. Hm.

"I just wanted to ask her something." I replied casually while I leaned on my hand.

"Well, go right ahead. Ferb and I will wait for you!" Phineas smiled.

I smiled back before jumping up and walking into the house.

Once I had entered through the back door, I made my way to the other side of the kitchen island where Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher was cleaning to stove-top.

"Hi, Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher!" I greeted cheerfully despite all the confusion and disbelief well I up inside me.

The boys' mother looked up from her cleaning and smiled.
"Hello, Isabella! What brings you to my kitchen?" She asked as she set her cleaning rag aside.

"I was just wondering if your family ever went to Paris." I stated casually.

Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher furrowed her eyebrows and pursed her lips. "No, I don't believe we have." She answered thoughtfully.

Hmm...interesting.
I was seriously beginning to doubt myself.

Maybe we didn't go to Paris.
I almost kissed Phineas, so I must have been dreaming. I don't think he would ever think of kissing me in his own. Not without a little nudge of encouragement. Impossible.

I finally gave it up and thanked Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher before joining the boys again.

They had just started even though they said they would wait. Odd.

I shrugged it off and started help to them anyway.

I had no idea what they were building, since they hadn't told me, but I knew it was going to be tall. Very tall.

After a half hour or so, I ran out of work and decided to help Phineas near the top of the structure.
We were having a good time talking and laughing even thought the topic was inventing, of course, but I didn't mind. I was getting alone time with Phineas and that's all that counted in my book at the moment.

I was picking up a wrench that I had dropped near the edge when someone, or something, bumped into me and I stumbled.

Really? More falling off of super tall structures?

I almost caught, and righted myself, but I was too late.

I was falling. Probably to my death.

No one seemed to hear my screams as the wind flew past me and I reached out to grab something, anything to save me from a premature death, but there was nothing but air.

I was going to die.

I'm sorry I did this to you guys...but it's for the best.
Don't worry, Phineas and Ferb will get over it.

Until next time!
~Joy