Aug 12
Was singing some dumb thing in the dark while unwraping my trumpet ice cream and it spawned this:
It was quiet in Casita, the only light coming from the stars in the sky and glowing bedroom doors. The sound of one of said doors clicking open and shut seemed to echo through the whole hallway. The footsteps stopped in front of the door next to it.
“Hello darkness my old friend!” “It’s good to see again!” “I don’t know the other words!” “Or why the painting looks like a void!” “I’m just singing to annoy my sister!”
Another door across the hallway clicked open, the owner of said door tossing something at the singer. “Was that a pillow!?”
