a day of being rich

                  If I woke up rich for one whole day, it would be the coolest day ever. First, I’d open my eyes in a giant bedroom with a bed so soft it feels like sleeping on a marshmallow. A robot butler would bring me pancakes stacked taller than my head, with chocolate chips and whipped cream on top.

Then I’d press a button and a limo would come pick me up. Inside, there’d be glowing lights, snacks, and a TV bigger than the one in my house. I’d go to a huge amusement park that I bought for the day, so there’d be no lines at all. I’d ride every roller coaster until my stomach felt like it was doing flips even when I was standing still.

After that, I’d go shopping and get cool sneakers that light up and a video game system with every game ever made. For lunch, I’d eat pizza with cheese that stretches forever.

Before the day ended, I’d invite all my friends over to my mansion to swim in the pool with a slide that goes from my bedroom window. At night, I’d fall asleep thinking, and that was cool being rich

By Delroy Show Me the Money—and Deciding How Much Money to Show | Psychology Today  New Zealand

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