Once upon a time Chris went to a chocolate factory and bought chocolate cream eggs in the factory store. Two days later, he got up at 3:45 am and flew to Australia. Then at two in the afternoon he sat on his bed to rest his weary feet. "Maybe I’ll eat a cream egg and then have a nap," he thought. But sleep overcame him, and he awoke to find that he slept on the egg, which was now mushy and barely retaning its egg shape.
The end.
In other words, there are not really any impressions to write about yet (but the egg might tell you otherwise).