Friday the 13th (One morning in my own Hell) [Challenge for TinaBrannon]
By dyejunkie
I wake...correction...I fall I stumble off the floor with a bump on my head Like a long fortold Mr. Men episode Go ahead and call me Mr. Bump why dont you? Where's that damn kitchen? Everythings a blur! The cold floor ~ t i n g l e s ~ at my toes I cant find those damn slippers again... There they are...all ripped and torn... I'll murder that dog... I drink my coffee... Making me feel particulary perky inside... The one thing that might help me through Caffiene...mmm... "To the bathroom!" I command myself I trip and tread with two left feet I finally find my way to the mirror A frighteningly bad hair day! I do what I can to fix that bush someone has placed on my head I wonder if the Barber shop stocks shears? Where did that leaf come from? Just WHAT did I get up to last night?? I have an amazing fear of stepping outside... Everything is just going wrong... I slowly open the fridge thinking, "Breafast can't go wrong" Can it? Until...We're out of cheese...hehe! True story! Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 03:56 AM PST 18 • 0 • 14
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"I wake...correction...I fall ..."