It’s a quiet night...
and you’re home at last from a tiring day of work. You slop onto the couch, throwing your arms aside in exhaustion. You just sit there, staring at the ceiling fan as the blades keep spinning round and round like the planets around the sun.
It takes a few moments for you to realize that you’re gazing at nothing in particular, your vision out of focus, but being the lazy ass you are, you just leave it be. You’re too tired to even get up and change out of your clothes, let alone cook! Thank God for food delivery, you think, as you take out your phone, wondering what to order. As if your very soul were guiding you, you order a pizza which, as it turns out, will take an hour and a half to arrive due to really bad traffic (and the pizzeria being far away). You decide to take a long, relaxing bath before the food arrives..
You get the water heater running and then put on some music on Spotify™. You undress and jump into the shower and the next thing you know, you end up vibing to ‘Lush Life’ by Zara Larsson while hopping out of that calming shower.
You get dressed and turn on Netflix on the telly and as soon as you sit down, your doorbell rings. You get up, find the pizza delivery guy standing outside, take your pizza away from him It’s my pizza, goddamit!!
You plop down in front of the TV and continue watching your movie where you left it off. As you take a bite, however, you feel this weird sensation in your nose.
No. You immediately realize what’s gonna happen.
No! You can’t stop it.
No!! It’s too late.
You sneeze and bits of pizza fly out of your damn mouth and all around the mothereffin’ house. You look around and go, “ Well, that’s fuckin’ great..”
Byeee.
