The next morning, I woke up. It was a Friday morning, and I was looking forward to the weekend. I was already fantasizing about my journey to see the majestic Griffin and its door at the Zoo of England, or to see a megalodon at the Jaws Aquarium, or to experience the thrill of nearly slamming into the cold, barren Earth at Six Flags, or I could just go eat the scrumptious blue chocolate chip cookies at Grandma's House. I had missed those while in space.