the adventures of teapot the cat

Of Corn Dogs Cooking

Posted on September 26th, 2005

The windows flashed white; a scream tore through the curtain dividing the two rooms. The click quietly by surely caught my attention from through the door. Click. The room flickered as voices rose in unison. A gun shot rang out. Click. … Click

Once it had been determined that the clicking of the oven cooking the corn dogs could not be halted, and that the tv still had the attention of a pair of eyes, I resolved to try to get to sleep anyway.

Yet even when the dogs had sated an appetite and the television had fallen silent, I was lay awake, distracted by the subtle, but eerie pulsing glow of the laptop standby light.

And finally, through the bleary eyed fog of sleep I was woken in the morning by the strangely ice-cream truck-like melody of a cell phone alarm.

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