You ask for a hamburger

You look at the starlit sky. A calming sensation surges through your body. You are on the floor. A cold breeze blows you. It is quiet, calming silence. The feeling of something moist is under your head. You relax and dose under the starlit sky. A follicle of hair lands gently in a sky blue ocean. It is the morning, you awake and go outside. A shooting star flies elegantly across the horizon. They cry in their cages, they are covered in blood. You watch the starlit sky. A loud noise rings in your right ear. You are on the ground. A truck passes by. They are watching you, their sorrowful eyes peer deep into you. An ambulance in the distance is heard. A burger falls onto the floor, there are now seven. You are looking up at the starlit sky. Somewhere in Phoenix a library is replaced by a burger shop. As you try to move your finger, your arm converts into soil. There is moss on the back of your neck. You hear a familiar voice next to you. You cannot distinguish who it is, you only know that it is a familiar voice. A cloud in the formation of a mushroom has appeared far away. You are warned by the manager. You refuse to take heed to the warning. The cages stop rattling. You are staring up at the starlit sky.