A familiar rumble rang out from Norman’s stomach. 7:00pm – it was time for dinner. He briefly considered preparing a nice meal, but as it was just him, he decided it wasn’t worth the effort. So he made the routine trip to the pantry, and after rummaging for a few minutes, found nothing that fit his taste.
Lower standards, try again.
This time, he decided to check the freezer. He had eaten frozen dinners every day of the week thus far, but at least they were warm. Alas, he had finished the last one off the night before.
Lower standards, try again.
Finally, after many more trips between the pantry and refrigerator, Norman decided on a bowl of generic brand cereal with slightly expired milk. He returned to his spot on the couch to finish the latter half of his CSI episode. The last thing he remembers before drifting off to sleep is little Norman, lapping away at the milk from the bowl laying in his outstretched hand.
Submitted October 20, 2015 at 02:03AM by gstacks13 http://ift.tt/1OEOZiF lifeofnorman
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