I Wish Upon a Star

I’ve been sitting down all day, imagining myself twiddling my thumbs. What to do, what to do. I wonder what life would be like if I was a person. Now that’s living the good life. Okay, stop day dreaming Larry. You have a customer now. Here we go again.

I am nothing but a worthless treadmill in a gym. Yup, that’s me. I sit around here all day, not making a single move. I observe the gym until someone decides to trample all over me and go for a jog. Yeah, I’m living the dream (says with sarcasm). Some dream huh? Its more like a nightmare.

Its just not fair. My friends are useful things, that involve happiness and excitement. Sarah is an iphone. She gets to entertain the manager all day long, as he plays Angry Birds. Bob is a television remote, providing all the best comedy shows on the flat screen for the customers. Charles is a laptop for the assistants. And we’ll all never forget the boy named Larry who was nothing but a treadmill. Yeah, that’s something to brag about (says with sarcasm). I’m not saying all my friends are something special, but I’d take being a cell phone, laptop, or a tv remote any day. I’d rather be anything but a darn treadmill (sighs). We are all stuck in this gym but there’s just one difference about me vs. them. They are perfectly happy being in this place. But I can’t take another minute of it. They would understand if they were a treadmill, too.

Its time to get out of here. I can’t do this anymore. Sitting down, lingering in people to stomp all over me is not my ideal vision of a good life. So what’s left for me? What can I do now? And how do I get out of this nightmare? 



Yes, its closing time. And another day at the gym is over. Time to sleep. TIme to dream the dreams that will never be. Who knew it was possible for tears to well up in a treadmill’s face. There’s a shooting star (closes eyes). I wish I was something better in this world. I don’t want to be a treadmill anymore.

Well, that was the best night of rest I have had in awhile (rolls over and rubs eyes). Wait a minute. How did I just do that? I’m a treadmill, I can’t move. I can’t do anything. What is going on (looks around the room). I’m still in the gym. So what has changed?

I’m human! I’m an actual person (looking the mirror reflection)! That shooting star actually worked (running around the gym, jumping, singing of happiness). I’m amazed.

Oh no, I hear the manager’s voice opening up the gym (runs into the bathroom to hide). Thank goodness he didn’t catch me. He can’t find a random person in his gym because the last thing left in this place was a treadmill...the old Larry. That’s right, I’m the new Larry (smiles). Time to get out of here.

I can live my life now. I can have a real job (looking up at the sky, walking, breathing in the air, smiling). What do I do now? What’s the first thing you do when you are an actual person? Well, first, I have to find a job, then buy a house, and get a car. I might even need more than one job if I plan on paying on these bills. Oh, and I can’t do anything without a cell phone. I’ll get lonely, then I need to stop by the adoption center to buy a dog. Then after I get my house, I have tons of shopping to do. I need appliances, and food, and clothes. Oh no, can I really pull this off? Being human isn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be. This is to much for me, I need some rest (falls asleep on a bench outside the gym). 



Wait what? (opens eyes) I’m still in this gym... Yes! I’m a treadmill again! I don’t have to pay bills, or go shopping every two days before I starve to death. I don’t need to pick out which sink is better for my house, or which dog I want to keep me company. All I have to do is be a treadmill. I think I can live with that.

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