Two (Revised)

                                    

                                          
Isaac sat on his front porch, gazing at his phone. He had been chatting with his friend for the past ten minutes.
                          
Isaac: I can't believe what happened. 
                          
Derek: Ikr. It's crazy to know that it was the same as your dream. R u OK?
                          
Isaac: Yeah... I was crying my eyes out earlier though.
                          
Derek: That's fine. I was, and still am sad.
                          
That was all that they had typed. Isaac found it hard to comprehend that his dream had come true. Out of everything crazy that had happened in his life, this took the top spot. He decided to take a while to daydream, thinking of all the other things that had happened in his life that turned it upside down. His eighth birthday party was a good example.
                          
On his eighth birthday, Isaac invited over all of the people in his school. He expected a large turnout, knowing that young children go crazy over birthday parties. He had cake, ice cream, and plenty of streamers around, and he knew that he was going to have the best party. He had planned pin the tail on the donkey, watching movies, playing sports, and other fun games, like tag. He was determined to make it the perfect birthday party, but he was to be rudely awakened.
                          
The party was scheduled to begin at 2:00 in the afternoon. Isaac had wanted it to start sooner, but his parents thought otherwise. He could still remember his parents' voices, telling him all about how they would never do a party that early.
                          
"It's a Sunday, and you're asking us to wake up by 11:00? No. Assuming we woke up at 10:00, we still NEED OUR COFFEE."
                          
Isaac slightly smiled at this thought, although it seemed impossible. His best friend had just died, and he could muster a smile? He continued to recap the day in his head. On the day of the party, April 18, he woke up, a smile plastered on his face. It seemed that nothing would spoil his good mood. He sprang out of bed, slipped his clothes on and burst out the door to his room. He ran to the living room, and sighed in awe as he looked around. Right in front of him was the same old leather couch as always, but on the glass coffee table in front of it was a pile of presents, all of them wrapped in purple paper. On his left was the walkway to the kitchen, and even from his angle he could see more presents piled on the kitchen table. In the middle of it was a large cake, shining in all of its beauty. It was three layers tall, and he could tell that his parents didn't buy it. He had never knew that at least one of them could cook. On his right was the front door, but there was another glass end table beside it, with even more wrapped presents on it. He looked down on the hardwood floor, and he could see that there were thousands of tiny, colorful balloons, making the actual floor invisible. He craned his neck and looked at his roof, and could see green and yellow streamers hung around everywhere.
                          
All of this contributed had massively to Isaac's good mood. There were at least fifteen presents laid out! He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing the milk. He went and picked a bowl out of the cabinet, his favorite one, and poured himself his usual bran flakes. He sat down on the couch, pushed some of the presents aside, placed his cereal bowl on the coffee table, and picked up the remote to watch some T.V. 
                          
Six hours later, time that Isaac spent watching T.V, playing video games, and playing catch with his parents, it was 2:00. It was time for the guests to arrive. He waited, situated on the couch, bouncing his legs with giddy. The door bell sounded. Someone had arrived! He sprinted up to the door and swung it open, excited.
                          
It was the mail man.
                          
Isaac was disappointed, but at least there was a bright side. The mail man had brought another wrapped package, and he guessed that his parents had the package wrapped online, just like all of the others. His parents signed the paper and hoisted the package in their arms, laying it down in an empty space on the coffee table.