She paused in mid leg lift to allow this thought to wash over like a
cool breeze on a hot day. Her tongue ran over her teeth, they felt
smooth and cool, her mouth made that loud smacking noise as she allowed
herself to test the liquid viscosity.
“Ugh... Tots to the brushing requirement.” She announced this to her bed in the hope it would forgive her.
“You my dear beloved friend need to hold your horses. My teeth
require attention. But I shall make post haste.” The bed whispered its
good luck on her venture as she dropped her leg, twisted about and
marched through the every twisting passageway, remembering specifically
that she hadn’t installed a rotation system.” It must be new,” she
thought, “installed by that weird hobo fairy from that green bottle I
had.”
By the third rotation of the passage way she had reached the now
double storey jewel incrusted restroom. “That bastard best be backing of
my shit son....” she huffed and puffed and kicked the door open. Well
attempted to in any case, as she ended up face palming herself into the
floor. The door had moved, just as her bed had earlier. The biggest
difference between these two, now animated objects was the door was
working against her. “BASTARD!”
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