The kernels were poured into the popcorn maker. It sounded like a piggy bank of coins being shook around. The popcorn maker started up. It's never ending hair dryer noise started. Then there was the sound of a short little pop. Out flew the first piece of daring popcorn ready to leave it's home and venture into the bowl. Then that little pop came again and out flew two more pieces.
Soon the popcorn maker was spitting out heaps of mini little clouds. Little pieces of popcorn jumped up and down then they would fall back into the machine and thrown into the popcorn tornado. A welcoming smell of butter filled the air. Pieces of popcorn dogged the bowl as if they were playing a game of dodgeball. Out shot a little kernel. It flew threw the air like a steaming hot bullet zooming towards it target.
A piece of popcorn danced through the air and landed on my book. It felt bumpy and puffy like an old pillow. I picked it up. It was still a gentle heat. It gave my mouth a warm happy feeling and reminded me of cold drizzly days when I would be cuddled up on the couch with a blanket watching my favourite movie with popcorn. It made me feel calm and relaxed. The big yellow popcorn making monster’s roar became quieter. The last few pieces of popcorn were spat out. The monster’s hair dryer roar fell silent. We took the bowl away, just when two sneaky pieces decided to make a last minute appearance.