rinsing the sink, running the garbage disposal, fork balanced on bowl slips off and slides into the drain, subconscious reflexes kick in as I shut disposal off just in time, staring at fork, only conscious thought in brain is pitch perfect recreation, ten years buried, like i tripped and hit play on a dusty tape recorder lying forgotten in the room, of let’s do the fork in the gaaarbage disposal!! dingdingdingdidingdingding
POV it’s 2013 and at least one of your friends is chronically involved in the high school theater department
came to earth as the weakest link of four, intent on destroying the planet, instead finds love and joy on earth, changes their identity to go unnoticed on earth, have a malewife
