Pizza Safety

I am at a public pool with my two friends from work and my girlfriend. We are throwing a volleyball around in a triangle. I look down and think about how exactly I am treading water. My girlfriend overthrows the ball or I under catch, either way it goes over the pool deck and into a conjoining pool. I get out and walk over to get it. The pool is filled with beautiful women swimming and sun bathing. I feel guilty being over there so I am hurrying and I am getting the ball, don't look at her, Whoa, NO don't look too long. I come back to the pool with my two friends from work and my girlfriend. I get back in. My one friend from work tells me that while I was gone the lifeguard kicked him in the stomach. I am filled with rage. I get out to fight the lifeguard. I curse. A lot. He is a buff blonde. Fucking twit. I get out and walk towards him. A tornado siren blares off to my right. Everyone is getting out of the pool. Everyone is panicking. The lifeguards lead us to a pizza parlor across the street. My girlfriend runs ahead of me. She is running faster than me. I think about he she runs faster than me in real life. Off to my left I am finally seeing the tornado as it peeks from behind huge oak trees. The sky is dark and murky and swirling and around the tornado it is filled with light. The tornado is not a funnel but a column. Straight up and down. The size of 3 skyscrapers. I turn back to my right and look ahead where I see my girlfriend tripping as she runs ahead. She is falling into oncoming traffic. She hits the ground. Here comes a white Ford F-150 pickup. I am panicking I m panicking I am panicking. I'd say it was a 1994 F-150. I run so fast to her. I yell out to her. She is turning her head towards me and rolls to the curb. The truck misses her. I am picking her up. She is wearing white long shorts and a white tank top. I think about how hot she is. I think about how beautiful she looks even though she is a little scraped up. She has smudges of dirt and oil on her right cheek and the tip of her nose. I am running across the street while I am carrying her. We make it to the pizza parlor and sit down. We are sharing a pizza slice. The owner of the pizza parlor is Italian. He interviews us with a camera crew. He is a reporter for Pizza 5 News. He is asking us "a-Do you always share like-a tha? We both look at eachother and say, YES...wake up.