One evening after work, Norman found himself a bit hungry. He'd already taken a shower and changed into his lounging clothes, so going out to eat was naturally out of the question. I wonder what's in my fridge? Thought Norman.
Norman stood up slowly, lifting himself up out of the decidedly bottom-shaped impression his good recliner had developed. He gave an amused snort at this observation as he crossed his kitchen to the refrigerator.
The fridge, to Norman's pleasure, was mostly empty and tidy, save a single bowl of beef stroganoff his mother had cooked for him the week before. Not fresh, thought Norman, but certainly not worth throwing out. He put the bowl in the microwave and closed the door quietly, and delicately entered 1:00 on the timer, just like always.
Norman pondered at this, and promptly pressed Reset.
What if I shook things up tonight? He thought carefully. Who would stop me from really going off the wall? Norman's heart raced at the possibilities laid before him. Was he to live his entire life in a rut? To blindly obey the simple status quo that seems to define his very existence? It was time, he knew, to do something way out of the ordinary.
With shaking hands, Norman re-entered the timer:
0:60.
Submitted November 02, 2016 at 03:59AM by Zadder http://ift.tt/2faIKW8 lifeofnorman
No comments:
Post a Comment