Trying to Wake Up

Munch, munch, munch, I was eating the meat they prepared for me. It was ground beef which they fried in a pan and seasoned with salt. It was good and a lot of it, but I would appreciate some vegetables and bread. Still, the two sisters were really good to me to prepare the meal.

I was thirsty, having finished the ground beef, so they gave me a tumbler of water. It was nice and cold, but a little salty. Still, I chugged it all down. Gulp, gulp, gulp, it went down my pipe.

Then they took me to the bedroom, said I should rest. They stood across the room, looking at me. The older put her arm around the younger in a caring gesture. She looked so nurturing and the other one looked so safe and cozy. It all felt like a dream: the cool house away from the desert sun and the two sisters who were so good.

I felt mighty sleepy, and a little cold even, so I wrapped myself in the pink blanket that smelled so nice it made the whole room smell nice. And I just drifted into sleep. As I got all the way to dreamland, the room rocked, as if it was trying to spill me onto a giant frying pan. Tilt, tilt, tilt, it went and I fell, fell, fell.

I woke up to the heat, the dry salty air. I was in an abandoned gas station and the sisters had taken both my arms. I tried to swear, but I remembered I could not speak since the accident.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk