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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: DAYDREAM (12/08/16)
The Pizza Portal




I remember the day it started. If ever a day could have come from – well, you know where – this was the day. The morning was spent wrestling with the devil himself . . . I mean, the dentist. He pulled, I pushed. His face contorted and turned a dangerously deep beet color, my face distorted and turned a sickly gray. Finally, I was freed and fled to the office where I was back in control, despite a pounding headache.

Did I say in control? I was immediately summoned into the boss's office, I in one corner and he in another, and the match was quickly over. Technical knockout. I was asked to step aside as lead on a real estate project, as I was needed to update data entry before the end of the year. I don't do data entry. Ever. I knew what this meant. Battle lines were drawn, but I didn't know if I had the energy to fight for my job.

At lunch, my co-workers headed out to eat without me. I was left to wallow in self-pity like a pig in mud.

Finally, after staying late, I breathed a huge sigh of relief and headed home. Ah, pizza night. I stopped and loaded up with extra cheese, extra pepperoni and extra double dipped garlic bread. Comfort food. God must have made comfort food.

As soon as I stepped into the doorway, I cringed as another heated battle was going on, this one between my two teenage daughters. Which parent wore the pants in the family, Mom or Dad? Just as I was about to intervene, my seven-year-old daughter came careening out of control around the corner in my high heels shoes with Beethoven right behind her.

“Mom, what are you doing here?”

Before I could counter with something like, “I live here,” thump! Lilly lost her balance and, in the blink of an eye, thudded into me and down we all went.

Two pizzas did a double twist and back somersault, landing on the entry way carpet. The third pizza had done a back flip and landed cheese-side down on top of Beethoven's head, right between his ears, and left a trail his nose.

I glared at the situation with furious dismay . . . and then it happened.

A light from heaven poured over me. I was transfixed by the beauty I suddenly saw around me. What was this, an alternate universe? Was I transported to another planet – beam me up, Scotty. I knew one thing at that point. I wasn't leaving. My office wear had been metamorphosed into a pearl and lace gown of such extravagance it took my breath away. My glass shoes were studded with diamonds.

Cinderella, eat your heart out.

I had nobility written all over me. My ladies-in-waiting bowed down before me and I nodded graciously to them. The plush crimson carpet strewn with white rose petals stretched for miles before me.

I didn't think it could possibly get any better then this, but it did. A handsome young man walked over to me, bowed and handed me a striking music instrument. There, in my own hands, was a Stradivarius, a handcrafted, a one of a kind violin. A warm applause wove through the crowd gathered around as I lifted the instrument and began to play. It was ethereal. Harmonies and melodies of such perfection took us higher then the seventh heaven, at least. I was accompanied by what must have been the Trans-Siberian Orchestra as we played Christmas Canon. Oh, even Pachabel would have wept, overcome in awe. This was truly my opus.

As I was about to burst into radiant light, a deep, resonating voice called my name. I heard it clear as a bell. It must be . . . it must be . . . Him.

“Nora? Nora, what on earth are you doing down there? Do you know you have a string of mozzarella from your shoulder to your hand?”

I whip-lashed back into reality. My pizza portal had closed. I looked around at the concerned and puzzled faces staring down at me. I looked at Beethoven's bliss as he ate our supper. I grabbed a slice, still warm, still gooey, and took a big bite as a lingering bit of that music danced in my ear.

“Best pizza this side of heaven . . .”
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Bonnie Bowden 
12/15/16
The title drew me in and I was not disappointed.

I am glad God invented comfort food, too. It makes days like the one the MC had, bearable.
Francie Snell 
12/16/16
This is so entertaining. I loved your descriptions. Great job on this one.
Bonnie Bowden 
12/22/16
Congratulations, Amy, on placing 2nd place in the challenge this week. This was such a fun read, and I enjoyed it just as much in my second reading.
Francy Judge 
12/23/16
You brightened my day with this funny story! Your descriptions captured the scene perfectly. Great ending too. Congratulations!
Jeremy Kirby
12/23/16
Wow, that was hilarious! I think there is a pizza portal - or something similar- that all working parents pass through at some point or another.
And yes, God must be the creator of comfort food!

Congratulations :-)
Loni Bowden-Horn 
12/29/16
Amy, Congratulations on 2nd place.

This was a very entertaining piece. Take me to the pizza portal. Beam me up to the land of encantment.
Bea Edwards 
02/13/17
Hehe I went on the fun ride along with Nora as I imagined myself in the scene. Thank you for the entertainment and congratulations on your EC placing.