Reads Playboy for the stories
Mornings
I lept from my bed. As each hair from my head slowly slid out of its designated pore, I felt it, the cold stare of the thing, outside my window. As gravity began to shift I grabbed my car keys and ran for it. Thanks to recent technological advances, I slammed on the gas and floated safely away from the thing, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before I saw it again. I also knew I left the oven on with my xbox in it. Fuck.
