Your mom calls you to take the chicken out of the freezer. You take it out. Hours later, the chicken is still frozen. Your mom calls you to take the chicken out.
The plastic bag full of bags never seems to get any smaller, no matter how many times someone uses a plastic bag. You stop putting plastic bags in to see if theyâll use them up. It stays full.
Your mom tells you sheâll give you something to cry about. You canât cry, no matter how much to try.
The sink is full of dishes. You wash them all. Your mother gets home and the sink is full of dishes.
Youâre hungry. You look in the fridge. There are hundreds of labeled plastic bins. You open one, but whatâs inside isnât what is labeled. You open another, and again itâs wrong. You open all of them. Theyâll all wrong.
One day, you start pulling plastic bags out of the plastic bag, to see how many there are. You keep pulling and pulling, but it never seems to end. The bag stays full. Your mom walks in and finds you surrounded by plastic bags. She asks where the chicken is.
You go to a family party. There are thousands of people there. Everyone is your cousin. You donât know anyone. You recognize them all. Â
You go with your parents to the grocery store. Every person you see is someone your mother knows. She talks to all of them. They talk for minutes. They talk for hours. They talk for years. They talk Forever.
You get sick. You ask your mom for medicine. She hands you a bottle. Itâs full of VapoRub. Every medicine is VapoRub.
The Royal Dansk cookie bin appears in your kitchen. You donât open it. You know itâs full of sewing supplies.Â
Youâre hungry again. You ask your mom for McDonalds. She tells you there is food at home. You get home, but all the containers are empty.
You open the oven to bake the chicken. Itâs full of pans. You try to take them out, but they are scalding. The oven was off. The chicken is still frozen.
You go to your friendâs house. They have a Royal Dansk cookie container. They open it and take out a cookie. You open it. Itâs full of sewing supplies.Â
Itâs the family party again. Everyone is asking you where your significant other is. Theyâre right there, you say. No one sees them. They keep asking. You thought you were married. Where are they?