Norman awoke from a pleasant dream to the sound of his neighbors making love. Knowing he wouldn’t sleep until they finished, Norman trudged in the dark to his living room, stepping once on Norman’s tail. Norman howled. Norman made his way to the tattered La-Z-Boy and settled in, clapping twice. The lamplight hurt Norman’s eyes, at first, but they always adjusted eventually.
After a few minutes, Norman could make out the shapes and colors of the jigsaw pieces covering the card table in front of him. Such a pretty picture, and he had left it nearly finished. He set to work, humming quietly over the sounds from upstairs. (He’d been having such a pleasant dream.) Norman loved that snappy feeling of the very last piece. He preferred to save it for the middle.
When at last every loose piece was in place, Norman frowned at the hole in the middle of his puzzle, which was a picture of birds. Norman looked on the floor and checked the pockets of his bathrobe. Maybe Norman had hidden the missing piece under the refrigerator. There really is no telling, Norman thought. He sighed as he stood, sweeping the birds back into their box. Norman was careful not to lose any pieces. When he returned to bed, it was quiet.
Submitted January 01, 2015 at 10:00AM by ybahent http://ift.tt/1K38MUV lifeofnorman
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