Sampson shrugged his clothes off a piece at a time until, nude, he slithered into the kitchen. He stood in the musty cold air that drifted out of the open fridge and laced itself around his toes until he finally selected a delicacy. He ate standing up in the living room, staring at the empty wall.
"I've really got to finish unpacking," he said out loud.
The wall appreciated the sentiment.
"I've got to get my act together."
The fridge was exceedingly grateful.
"I've got to grow up."
Well. Let's not get carried away, Sampson.
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This made me chuckle. I hope it was meant to do that.
ReplyDeleteYeah? I wrote it in a fit of wry, so chuckle is probably right.
ReplyDeleteOh, good. "Fit of wry". I like that.
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